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"Greg's poems are by turns witty, ruminative, elegaic, and lyrical. His subjects are our common everyday experiences told in a highly evocative, tautly controlled vernacular that William Carlos Williams would have admired." "One of Greg's poems is like a super bouillion cube. I read it and it brews up a whole gallon of me." "Greg Keith's poetry makes accurate statements about physics, and at the same time elevates scientific concepts to a level that is intensely personal, emotionally and aesthetically charged, and (in the best sense of the word) spiritual." "Greg's writing is passionate, emotional, erotic. It waltzes, with Astaire-like confidence, between our two most elusive, ethereal realms: hard science and the human condition. From neurophysiology to the boa of arousal; from the fate of Japan's blue coral to the origami of the human heart--nothing is more fascinating to Greg Keith than what this world is made of, and what we make of it." |
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![]() Born in San Francisco in 1945, Greg Keith spent his childhood in rural Oklahoma and Oregon on dairy farms where his father worked. At different times he has been a truck driver, a carpenter, a gardener, at intervals feeding himself as a musician, singing and playing guitar in bars and coffeehouses through the '60s and '70s. He lives in Santa Cruz, California and has worked as a computer programmer in Silicon Valley for the last eighteen years. He is currently involved in a struggle with cancer which has so far cost him his right cheekbone and the orbit of his eye. This is his first full-length book.
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Copyright 1998 by Greg Keith