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About Me

Hello.I'm a 28 year old Taurean. I like walks on the beach, sunsets, and...just kidding. Except that I do like those things. I was raised in Kentucky which is the birthplace of Mohammed Ali, Tom Cruise, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Bourbon whiskey, me, and Abraham Lincoln. I'll leave up to you, my readers, to put those in order of importance.My poetic and artistic influences are diverse. In my studies at Murray State University in western Kentucky, I grew to love the Romantics----Wordsworth, Coleridge---, the Harlem Renaissance poets of the 20's such as Countee Cullen and Langston Hughes. I'm a great fan of Shakespeare, the way he shapes his words and the way it all sounds and feels coming out of the mouth; In the same way I like Shakespeare I like Saul Williams. If you haven't heard of him then look him up. I also like Walt Whitman, Robert Browning and perhaps the greatest poetic influences my poet/best friends Dan Dietrich and BJ Wilson.I hold a great deal of other things as inspiration and influence as well. From Hank Williams to Snoop Dogg with Bob Dylan being the master wordsmith of the musical realm. Sunsets, trees, the sky, the ocean, city streets, buildings, bridges, people, air....I think you get the picture, I'm open to turning anything into a poem.I'd like to finish up with one of my favorite poetic lines from Langstion Hughes' Motto: "My motto, as I live and learn, is dig and be dug, in return."Thanks for listenin'Jeremy ToombsPosted on Aug 22, 2006

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Member Since: 26/09/2006
Band Website: www.purevolume.com/jeremytoombs
Band Members: Me
Influences: BJ Wilson, Dan Dietrich, Shakespeare, Justin Beard, Dennis Turner, Saul Williams, William Shakespeare, Langston Hughes, Jack Kerouac, Gary Snyder, Countee Cullen, Miles Davis, Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, Townes Van Zandt, Jimi Hendrix, Your Mother, Sam Coleridge, William Wordsworth, Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas....I could go on, but do you really want me to?
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Jeremy’s Blues

I Cuttin' through the city in the mornin' Through the city on the iron vein The moon is waning through the window The sky is morning blue and plain The city lights streak fast by a streak of ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 20:50:00 GMT

Drinking with My Father

I've been drinking with my father. He drinking beer. I drinking bourbon. This is a first time to learn a little en vino veritas My mother's off in the big city She wouldn't approve of this. Dri...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:55:00 GMT

Ki Jai

Mahatma Gandhi ki jai Dr. King ki jai Mahatma Gandhi ki jai Dr. King ki jai Victory to Gandhi-ji Victory to Dr. Ki...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:59:00 GMT

Thoughts on Melville while reading Moby Dick

Ah, Melville, I did not know that you are a poet with your poetry buried in your prose--your nose must have been pressed hard down on the grindstone for to write this whale of a book that looks as dee...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:39:00 GMT

6:01- Bam Bamru

Six or seven or eight passengers disembark. The train, as always, is tentative about moving again as if it would like to stay awhile, perhaps to rest. But trains, they need no rest; not these steel be...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:36:00 GMT

Electric Light Buddha Altar/ 2:20 am Hua Hin Station

The bell rings two times. Our train sits. It is peaceful. The touts have gone to where they sleep. No nam for sale or little curry rice meals. The train engine starts now slowly pulling the...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:25:00 GMT

A Small Pond and a Wasana Tree and Some Boulders

the roots of the wasana tree wrap round the boulders to hold them close. the roots and boulders share the shallow clear water pool &n...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:20:00 GMT

Feel Good

Light is the answer. That and breathing into those places between the darkness while striving to expand the boundaries of our being and expelling &...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:17:00 GMT

a little poem

The cat sleeps. The cricket chirps. The sea pushes and pulls against the beach. I write. Try to write a poem but only these words come out.
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:10:00 GMT

Duanes Beat Class

I've been drinking Jim Beam since before this class started.. At first I though, maybe it's innappropiate; but then Duane bought the whiskey and I decided I don't give a fuck if they (or, you the stud...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 11:06:00 GMT