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THE
OLD LEATHER ROOM
Author: Kenneth Francis Pearson
Binding: HB
(pp: 95)
ISBN: 81-8253-015-6 Availability:
In
Stock (Ships within 1 to 2 days)
Publisher: Cyberwit.net, India
Pub. Date:
2004
Condition:
New
Description: The
Old Leather Room by Kenneth Francis Pearson, is a 95
page collection of 51 poems and 1 short story.
Published by Cyberwit in July, 2004, it's
raw emotion grasps any readers attention. The
poems display a wide variety of emotions from
psychosis to a yearning for romance, inner struggle,
individual triumph, and a love of family. Kenneth's
struggle with alcohol is also portrayed in many
different poems. Kenneth's style of writing is direct, so he never
leaves the reader confused. He uses simple
words, but delivers a powerful message. The book is
intended for all different types of readers. Any reader that enjoys books from
the Beatnik Generation (ex: Kerouac, Ginsberg,
Ferlinghetti, Cassidy) will most certainly enjoy this
compilation of poetry.
NOTE
FROM THE AUTHOR
I
grew up in a small suburban town, just north of
New York City. I had a great childhood, as my
parents did everything they could to provide for
my siblings and I. I have come to love my
siblings, as the rivalry we had when we were
younger was quite intense. This book of poetry
represents seven consecutive years of my life
(1997-2004) and the numerous phases and mind- sets
I experienced. I have been through a number of
different struggles, from death to my own personal
battle with alcoholism, but have ultimately
cleared my mind and finally accepted who I am and
what life has dealt me, good or bad.
I
was given the opportunity to travel the United
States in the summer of 1999. I took the trip
alone, sleeping most of the time in the backseat
of my 1984 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Looking back, the
trip saved my life. Before the trip, I tended to
take life too seriously. I was always stressed out
about work, about school, just about life in
general. I turned to the bottle to relieve all the
stress I felt. After the trip, the stress was
gone, but the bottle was still there.
I
reached my lowest point in life in October of
2002. I realized that I was slowly, but surely,
killing myself with alcohol. I turned to my niece
and nephew and realized that life was too short to
begin with, that I wanted to see them grow, and
that the world could actually be beautiful.
I
would like to give special thanks to the Che's
Poets (for giving me the boost I needed to start
writing), David Carver, Dolores Mahoney, Glenn
Walski, Richard O'Brien, Eileen Janowitz, Roland
Mills, Paul and Antoinette Havercamp, and the
countless others I have not mentioned.
A
very special thanks to Cyberwit.net, Patricia
Platan and family, Edward Roth III, Eishichi
Ishii, my niece and nephew (for keeping my life
afloat in my time of need), Margaret and Frank
Platan, Frank Pearson, Dorothy Stepina, Gary
Pearson and family, Dorothy Kennard and family,
Christina LaTorre, PoetryDatabase.com, Jacqueline
Delalla and family, and all the people that have
inspired me. I could never have done it without
you.
Thank you for reading.
Kenneth
Francis Pearson
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