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Book Length: 143 pages ~ including approximately seventy-five original illustrations and pictures. For adult audiences. Viewable on all Kindle e-book readers, as well as others.
A Short Introduction by E. Lewis Evans
During my salad days in school, I was somewhat conflicted about which direction I wanted my career to go after college. I really enjoyed writing, but I was also very devoted to art. The former took more conscious discipline; the latter tapped more directly into my subconscious creative pool. I found poetry to be a happy medium between the two. It allowed me to paint situational mindscapes and spiritual portraits with words. I loved the broad palette of expressive possibilities that poetry offered which challenged both mind and soul.
I've never been one to follow rules too closely -- I often find orthodox adherence to them creatively stifling -- but I do realize that even for a few new rules to be made, some old rules must give way. Therefore, I acknowledge really only two golden rules of poetry (and I believe this pertains to all forms of art as well), and that is: first, be true to your own vision, whether or not others share it, abhor it or just ignore it; second, and this is the most important rule, don't BS yourself -- you'll know it, even if others don't.
That second rule is sometimes the hardest one to keep, because often wanting to be part of popular culture and trends sometimes makes one forget that true art often requires stripping oneself naked in the thorny public square of popular culture and mooning the gods of conformity. That is in direct contrast to the unchallenged, comfortable, cud-chewing, herd-pandering, instant gratification "for the masses" kind of art. But the irony of it all is that often those who first swam against the tide are the ones who are sometimes most responsible for creating popular culture in the first place, and then they have the choice of either abandoning it when it becomes too "acceptable" or embracing its comforting and familiar limitations. In other words, we hate our parents until we become them.
In summation, being an artist doesn't really require one to be liked or understood in order to be triumphant in one's calling. Artists just need to be able to wake up in the morning and look into the bathroom mirror while asking themselves -- am I being honest? That's all. What more can anyone ask of oneself? What more does anyone really need to ask?
[By the way, in this e-book version of my poetry book, I was required (by the limitations of current technology or my understanding of it, or perhaps both) to format my poems as image files in order to preserve their stanza forms and keep intact the line organization of each poem. You can do as you wish (with sizing, fonts, or whatever) with my essays, but the poems remain in their original form in order to maintain their structural integrity. For most e-book touch-screen readers, if you need to enlarge some pages, in order to read them, just touch the screen over the poem and then touch "zoom" -- that should fill the viewing screen. The same holds true with my artwork.]