Review
Mark Schwartz is a latter day animist, a savage in the saintly state, more goofy than Sufis, and will never condescend to nouvelle cuisine. He's more left than left in feeding the bereft, and his very wit is a pox upon yuppiedom. Where others need incline toward poetic license, he fully falls in with poetic licentiousness, and has been known to string more whores along than the necklace of Ishtar, having more on the balls in this ambition than Fellatio Alger at his hardest working. Some call him fool or hypocrite, but there's no denying the guy's got courage and is a hell of a lot funnier than Feminists & Moslems on Prozac, and like the air, he's omni-present, indespensable and harder to see through every day. --Ronald F. Sawer
Throbbing abandon Pathological cohort Obsessed with haikus
Final verdict in: Poetic license renewed. Mark Schwartz is a kick!
--Joie Cook Oct. 1998 San Francisco, CA -- Publisher Comments
About the Author
Mark Schwartz was born in the Bronx and lived in a Jewish neighborhood in the Kingsbridge section. Mark was never barmitzvahed. He went to DeWitt Clinton High School, where he graduated third in his class of over 1000 students. He went to Cornell University at the age of 16, the youngest in his freshman class. He graduated 4 years later, again the youngest in his class, and went on to work for the Federal Aviation Administration, Union Carbide, Harvard University, Camp Equinink, GTE Products Corp. and Viacom. Mark was diagnosed manic depressive in January 1981. He became a regular at open poetry readings: in 1981 at the Cloud House, '82 at the Roxie, Spaghetti Factory in '83, Cafe Chelsea '83, Rose and Thistle in '85, Cafe Babar in '87, and Paradise Lounge in '88. At one time, Mark was emceeing the poetry readings at Sacred Grounds, Yakety Yak, and Cafe Prague. Mark wrote over 1000 poems, most of which were lost. His "to know no bounaries" poem was stolen by Merill Lynch in Sept. '86 and used as a commercial. Mark is survived by 2 brothers and 2 sisters, 10 nephews and nieces.