Get to know our spotlight poet by reading our LNP Spotlight Profile Below~!
Name :David Andres
Where do you Live : Ferndale, Washington
Origin of S/N:Say it quick… it seemed a fitting moniker for online exploits in this place that is nowhere and everywhere
How long on-line10+ years
Occupation :Machine Operator
Few People know that you are interested in:Snorkeling
Favorite Author….This month – George RR Martin
Favorite Book…This month – Lyric Poems by Isaac Watts – 1804 – original – (He wrote Joy to the World, etal)
Top 5 interests / hobbies outside of poetry…….
1)Video Games – an acoylite of rpgs 2) Book collecting and reading – have several from the 1700 – 1800s also collect single pages (leaves) mainly biblical dating back to the 1450s It is a delightful challenge to decipher the ancient spellings, context, etc 3)Hikes, walks and yardwork – getting in touch with nature whilst cursing it at the same time 4)Life in general – Gotta luv it! 5)Earning the daily bread ::sigh::
Favorite Sports/Teams: The Seahawks (fair weather fan I must admit but the weather was certainly fair last season!)
Favorite Music/Band :Classical to heavy metal… I listen to anything
Favorite Foods:Classical to heavy metal…err… I eat anything
Favorite Poet:Emily Dickenson
Favorite Poem: Evolution by Langdon Smith This unequaled poem tells a tale of love that spans the ages in humor, pathos, wit, meter and rhyme… a perflect blend and classic story in a poem.
By Langdon Smith (1858-1908)
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time, And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime, Or skittered with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen, My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then.
Mindless we lived and mindless we loved And mindless at last we died; And deep in the rift of the Caradoc drift We slumbered side by side. The world turned on in the lathe of time, The hot lands heaved amain, Till we caught our breath from the womb of death And crept into life again.
We were amphibians, scaled and tailed, And drab as a dead man’s hand; We coiled at ease ‘neath the dripping trees Or trailed through the mud and sand. Croaking and blind, with our three-clawed feet Writing a language dumb, With never a spark in the empty dark To hint at a life to come.
Yet happy we lived and happy we loved, And happy we died once more; Our forms were rolled in the clinging mold Of a Neocomian shore. The eons came and the eons fled And the sleep that wrapped us fast Was riven away in a newer day And the night of death was passed.
Then light and swift through the jungle trees We swung in our airy flights, Or breathed in the balms of the fronded palms In the hush of the moonless nights; And oh! what beautiful years were there When our hearts clung each to each; When life was filled and our senses thrilled In the first faint dawn of speech.
Thus life by life and love by love We passed through the cycles strange, And breath by breath and death by death We followed the chain of change. Till there came a time in the law of life When over the nursing sod The shadows broke and the soul awoke In a strange, dim dream of God.
I was thewed like an Auroch bull And tusked like the great cave bear; And you, my sweet, from head to feet Were gowned in your glorious hair. Deep in the gloom of a fireless cave, When the night fell o’er the plain And the moon hung red o’er the river bed We mumbled the bones of the slain.
I flaked a flint to a cutting edge And shaped it with brutish craft; I broke a shank from the woodland lank And fitted it, head and haft; Than I hid me close to the reedy tarn, Where the mammoth came to drink; Through the brawn and bone I drove the stone And slew him upon the brink.
Loud I howled through the moonlit wastes, Loud answered our kith and kin; From west to east to the crimson feast The clan came tramping in. O’er joint and gristle and padded hoof We fought and clawed and tore, And cheek by jowl with many a growl We talked the marvel o’er.
I carved that fight on a reindeer bone With rude and hairy hand; I pictured his fall on the cavern wall That men might understand. For we lived by blood and the right of might Ere human laws were drawn, And the age of sin did not begin Til our brutal tusks were gone.
And that was a million years ago In a time that no man knows; Yet here tonight in the mellow light We sit at Delmonico’s. Your eyes are deep as the Devon springs, Your hair is dark as jet, Your years are few, your life is new, Your soul untried, and yet —
Our trail is on the Kimmeridge clay And the scarp of the Purbeck flags; We have left our bones in the Bagshot stones And deep in the Coralline crags; Our love is old, our lives are old, And death shall come amain; Should it come today, what man may say We shall not live again?
God wrought our souls from the Tremadoc beds And furnish’d them wings to fly; He sowed our spawn in the world’s dim dawn, And I know that it shall not die, Though cities have sprung above the graves Where the crook-bone men made war And the ox-wain creaks o’er the buried caves Where the mummied mammoths are.
Then as we linger at luncheon here O’er many a dainty dish, Let us drink anew to the time when you Were a tadpole and I was a fish.
If you could meet any poet, who would it be? King David the Psalmist
What made you choose that poet? He lived in interesting times.
Dave Andres began writing as a teen. His first published poem is to be found in a high school annual from 1982. He continued to write sporadically for many years.
“I once felt poetry was an expression of intense emotion and thus could only be written when one was in the throes of utter elation or devastating dejection. My early poems reflect this and were few and far between. However, I’ve come to know that since a person HAS experienced these emotions, they can draw upon them at any time and utilize them while writing.”
Dave first joined the online ensemble in 1998 and stumbled through it’s exotic miasma until 2008 when he found the poet’s community. He was surprised and delighted that they not only accepted his trifles but encouraged him to write more. Under the moniker ‘Noah Wereman’ he has been an active participant ever since.
“I am indebted to many people here online who persuaded me to unearth the buried potential that had lurked unobserved for most of my life somewhere deep within. It was only through their assistance and inspiration that I found the courage to write. I am forever grateful. Thank you all so much!”
David Andres has been published in various poetic anthologies here in United States and South Africa. His book, ‘The Blue Collar Cobbler and Other Poems’ was published in 2009. He has been a host of the chatroom Platinum Poetry for several years.