Mr. Rothschild answers to the nickname “Kito” given to him by friends in Mexico and Italy. He studied in Mexico for three years and his Italian connection is the result of many years of foreign exc...view moreMr. Rothschild answers to the nickname “Kito” given to him by friends in Mexico and Italy. He studied in Mexico for three years and his Italian connection is the result of many years of foreign exchange hosting. Though an Eastern European Jew by heritage, by marriage and enculturation he is Italian.
This book is autobiographical. Spring reflects the eight years he lived in the Northwest countryside, commuting on rural roads two hours a day. Phillip was his eldest brother, a surgeon, who died tragically at 36. The death of his daughter at 26 influenced his work and he believes that she became his muse.
He claims that he was too young for the Beatniks and too old for the Hippies. He liked the long hair, colorful clothes and the hallucinogenics, but when it comes to creating none of those trappings are of any use at all. When questioned by a fellow poet and humorist “Where is your internal censor?” his wife answered for him (she often does) “He never had one.“ His Life-Art statement is “I don’t have time for anything but the truth.” And in this book, except for the fable, that statement holds true, as it does in all his work.
Keith “Kito” Rothschild resides in the Portland, Oregon area. He spent 20 years on the stage before being disabled and has been writing poetry since the age of 18. He was born December 3, 1941, just four days before Pearl Harbor and has felt guilty ever since.view less