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Young New England Poet John T. Cullen

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click Poet and Novelist. I wrote poetry from age 7 to age 27, a span of twenty years. That's a career in itself. I also wrote my first small novel at 11 (lost, but not forgotten) and completed my teenage novel at age 19 (Summer Planets, available in Kindle e-book at Amazon print editions.

John T. Cullen in my 60s in San Diego Harbor late one summer afternoonTeenage Journalist. I became a professional writer at 17 as a summer interne newspaper reporter at the New Haven Journal-Courier (three summers). I remember having to take an evening off to graduate from high school. I had already written over 100 poems as I turned 18 that first summer, and I had written three or four drafts of what would (age 19) become my first full-length SF novel Summer Planets. I completed the fifth or so final draft of my novel as a sophomore English/Liberal Arts Major at the University of Connecticut in my dorm room (310 McMahon Hall) around Spring 1969.

clickShort Collection: Highways. One of my first poetry publications was a quick, short sampler that I created (click the link) here in a folder titled Highways. I did a lot of hitch hiking in my youth, including a great, 5,000 mile thumb-journey across the USA from East Coast to West Coast, and down the West Coast from Portland, Oregon to Chula Vista, California. That's during my starving artist days after college & before joining the U.S. Army for a six year hitch in the center of Cold War Europe/NATO.

clickMy Duet: Cymbalist Poems. A companion volume to my age 27 romantic melancholy novel On Saint Ronan Street. Only book so far with a few late poems from my Army days around age 27/8. I later (2010s) reworked the novel as Paris Affaire (set in Paris, rather than in New Haven). In my homesickness and nostalgia as a G.I. far from home, I drew upon several main inspirations for the New England college town romance, especially some of the atmosphere in John Updike's work.

clickYouthful Poetry: October Leaf. Youthful poetry anthology from long ago. My one adult addition is the title poem (in my 60s), based on sensing beauty and mortality in an autumn leaf.

clickCalling Earth: Can Anyone Hear Me? A fairly complete selection of all my poetry by age 23. At that age, while working as a security guard (alone) in a vast, echoing hall in New Haven Harbor, I compiled all my poetry to date (about 400 pages). I correctly anticipated a huge, necessary life transition (soon left for California, then at age 24 enlisted in the US Army; two tours included five years in Europe; returned to permanent home in California age 31). From age 23 to about 27/8, wrote maybe another 30 or 40 poems as a finale in rock star burnout. Self-published my first volume (Pauses: 65 Poems) hand-crafted, 12 copies, registered with LOC, with help in binding etc. at a local German print shop. In summation, almost my entire corpus (despite praise & support) remained unpublished until after 2010 CE, when I was able to use the freedom of the Internet to publish my work to the world.

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click to read samplesTry A Few Quick Samples. I composed this poem at the height of my lyrical arc around 1970. See page 32 in October Leaf. Featured lead poem in On Saint Ronan Street novel. Lots more where this came from.



SUN WORSHIP/empire



     We worship the Sun.

Even in our architectural criminalities
     is justice, as in the dagger's shining eye.

All light is the light of atoms and stars.

The moon and the knife
share splendor's distance.

The knife is on the Earth's dark side
—stabs but she does not whimper—
and the knife is
     miles, miles from the Sun,
     miles from the Moon.

The Moon is an eerie dream of the Earth head.

The knife is carried by a lunatic messenger
     who built the pyramids—
     drowsing tortoise herd in the desert.

     In the Sun.

But the Sun also shines
on the archaic sky line of New York.

     The winds there
(the windows are opera glasses)
     sing songs of empire.

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