LOVE (Paperback)

~ Steven Curtis Lance (Author)
Key Phrases: human propinquity, Steven Curtis Lance, Freddie Noodles, Hot Dog Head

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Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart. Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share. And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine. I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is. Take it. Love, +Steven

Product Details

• Paperback: 684 pages
• Publisher: Steven Curtis Lance (January 8, 2009)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0578006588
• ISBN-13: 978-0578006581
• Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 1.5 inches
• Shipping Weight: 2.2 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Labor of LOVE, February 21, 2009

By	D. Miller (Kirksville, MO USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Mr. Lance's book, love, is full of deepest sentiments from the human heart. From the most sincere of love to the deepest of despair, Mr. Lance shares his heart and soul with us, his readers and friends, and gives us a window into his life.

I highly, highly recommend this book to anyone and everyone.

5.0 out of 5 stars Existential Elegy, February 7, 2009

By	Transeamus (Orange, CA USA) - See all my reviews

Existential Elegy

at spes non fracta

I

Nobody

While waiting for my life to start
While tiring of my dying
I cannot give away my heart
Though not for want of trying
On my part

Nobody wants the thing

Lucky for me nobody will take it
Anyway
Somebody might just drop it and break it
So they say

Nobody wants to die too fast
Nobody wants to live too slow
What have I done to deserve all this
(An answer which nobody would know)?
Not enough future or too much past?
Not much hope yet love to spare and share
Even so

Am I the only one lonely here?
I am done dying! Let living start!

Day turns night as winter rounds the year
I reach out and nobody is there
More faithful than anybody is

At fifty-four I thought I had things sorted
Or at least one might think I ought to
But I never got or forgot to
And once-clear reflections wink back distorted
Where clearly nobody blows me a kiss
And now I seem to me to be
Falling in love with nobody

Just like me

II

Somebody

I find myself beginning to connect
With others of my kind at this late hour

Those of us left here struggling to perfect
A way to say something about now or
Then and how or when and why or else what
We wonder about and wander to see

And seeing then to seek by words of power
To find what is lost and speak what is sought
When we touch one another through the page

This is the consolation of my age

As good a reason as any to be
Here in the first place remaining as I
Have found to keep living and maybe why

As good a reason as any to me

People once thought I was homeless because
I looked like it and I probably was
In mind and in heart before this best part
Of life came in the nick of time and space

But I have something to do and the place
To do it in before I go away
It feels good to be here and good to know

With no away to go to I must stay
Like an old tree to know nothing but to grow

As good a reason as any to be
When we touch one another through the page
As good a reason as any to me

This is the consolation of my age

III

Everybody

In the end everything resolves perfectly
Since everybody is dead
During the process life lived imperfectly
Is catalytic instead

The oyster grows the pearl
The trouble grows the girl
Or boy as he or she is meant to be
As you become you and I become me

When things resolve perfectly then we are gone
But it never matters then
Things will resolve perfectly when we move on
If only the perfection of nothingness

We have lived and died so long for so much less

IV

All

Life rises and falls again and again:
Again and again and again!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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5.0 out of 5 stars Existential Elegy, February 7, 2009

By	Transeamus (Orange, CA USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: LOVE (Hardcover)

Existential Elegy

at spes non fracta

I

Nobody

While waiting for my life to start
While tiring of my dying
I cannot give away my heart
Though not for want of trying
On my part

Nobody wants the thing

Lucky for me nobody will take it
Anyway
Somebody might just drop it and break it
So they say

Nobody wants to die too fast
Nobody wants to live too slow
What have I done to deserve all this
(An answer which nobody would know)?
Not enough future or too much past?
Not much hope yet love to spare and share
Even so

Am I the only one lonely here?
I am done dying! Let living start!

Day turns night as winter rounds the year
I reach out and nobody is there
More faithful than anybody is

At fifty-four I thought I had things sorted
Or at least one might think I ought to
But I never got or forgot to
And once-clear reflections wink back distorted
Where clearly nobody blows me a kiss
And now I seem to me to be
Falling in love with nobody

Just like me

II

Somebody

I find myself beginning to connect
With others of my kind at this late hour

Those of us left here struggling to perfect
A way to say something about now or
Then and how or when and why or else what
We wonder about and wander to see

And seeing then to seek by words of power
To find what is lost and speak what is sought
When we touch one another through the page

This is the consolation of my age

As good a reason as any to be
Here in the first place remaining as I
Have found to keep living and maybe why

As good a reason as any to me

People once thought I was homeless because
I looked like it and I probably was
In mind and in heart before this best part
Of life came in the nick of time and space

But I have something to do and the place
To do it in before I go away
It feels good to be here and good to know

With no away to go to I must stay
Like an old tree to know nothing but to grow

As good a reason as any to be
When we touch one another through the page
As good a reason as any to me

This is the consolation of my age

III

Everybody

In the end everything resolves perfectly
Since everybody is dead
During the process life lived imperfectly
Is catalytic instead

The oyster grows the pearl
The trouble grows the girl
Or boy as he or she is meant to be
As you become you and I become me

When things resolve perfectly then we are gone
But it never matters then
Things will resolve perfectly when we move on
If only the perfection of nothingness

We have lived and died so long for so much less

IV

All

Life rises and falls again and again:
Again and again and again!

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMIX