Earth, Dirt & Dust: The Progenesis of a Search for Enlightenment

By J J Garrett

Certainly there are more than seven dimensions to the human as J
J Garrett fi nds fi t to defi ne him and her in this extensive selection
of seven chapbooks of poem. If so, we do not worry of them as we
read with awe and surprise the reach of this poets perception: raw,
real, poignant, and tender. If any one modern poet has written
with the breadth by which Garrett addresses the human condition,
then the term modern must be ranked with the 20th century greats
of Pound, Eliot . . . or perhaps, dare we allude to the phantom
nymph of curt, sprite, and dicey intellect: Emily Dickinson.
Earth, Dirt And Dust - a major anthology of the reclusive poets
works - commands the attention of both the common working soul
and the pretentiously bored intellect, to whom Garrett extends a
simultaneous reach.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 9, 2005
• ISBN: 9781463485801

J J Garrett

About J J Garrett J J Garrett is a product of Georgia. He is a novelist, a poet, a researcher, and an educator. He holds a Ph.D., M.Ed., and B.A. from various Georgia colleges. He has lived in and traveled most of the U.S. and Central America. He has consolidated his search for lore into six novels and seven chapbooks of poem (now in anthology) with a resolve to return literary fiction back to Planet Earth. He is married; has too many animals around the house.

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Table of Contents

A Welcome From the Poet

Stupored Revelations. And Insights Therefrom

The Krystal Diner Crowd

Paradigms

Unwieldy Fantasy

A Greater Dreamer's Scheme

Ulysses Again

Token of Truth, Icon of Naught

The Woman Driver

I Can't Do It

Moon Sighting

The Oneself

My Dog Doesn't Know Where He Is

Run, Run, Run

Breadths

On Human Resolve

Cosmos Considered

Cotton-Free

It's Only A Stick

A Human Definition

The Forces

Untouched Destiny

Of The Human

An Advanced Primate's Prayer

I: Laid Out In Definition

Fingers Through The Sand

Lawyer In the Men's Room

Remembered, The Idealist

Glass Lake

The Flight Of Eros

Encounter At Hooligan's

We, Nail Bearers

To Know So Much

Look Back Now

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Making Friendly Faces

Poetry By Way Of Breakfast

Opinion

Equivalents

Mass Metaphysical

Jumping Board

Earth's Rotation

An Ode To Georgia

Spouses. And Lovers Briefly Imagined As

Woman Of The Star

Since 1778

Her Ether

Her Music Room

That Quarter Moon

Waiting For Her

The Perfume Bottle

Behind Me Or Beyond

How Came Her

The Nymph's Revisitation

Around My Shoulders

Mildew Memories

Home

After All This Time

I Had Been Given

Maybe He Loved Her, Too

Arboretum Seattle

Slight Embrace

A Moment In Time

Truest Love

San Francisco

Into Our Own

June Illusion

An Existential Dilemma

Sides Of Remember

The Most

Foolish

Should I Kill Her Now?

I Would Tire Of You

Sisters

The Revelers

That Vamp, La Rue

The Blue Mist Motel

Flowers Of The Moment

A Dream Come True

A Sense Of Urgency

One Married Man

Street Corner

More Than Eggplant?

Her Blue Shoes

She, My Light

Summer In Georgia

Simply Being Here. Plain Dumb

Animal

Pulling Horn

When She Was Little

The Race To Ken's Tavern

Dick Davis

Why I Pray

If I Knew Henry

A Mouse

This Desert

Peanuts

In Osierfield

A Design Of Desire

Taxis

Reading Late At Night

The Baby

Soldiers Of His Way

All I Need

After A Mutual Disappointment

Home Fame

The Test

Unlike A Dimple

Be, Be.

Making Ice Cream

Homo Sapiens

At The Office, Late . . .

Religion

An Enlargement Of Potency

The Thunderstorm

Pity Of Consciousness

Though They May Return

A Poet's Failure

Station

With Child

The Willow's Vigil

Normal Working Man

The Punt Return

Early Morning Moon

You Think

Water Soak

Lacking Fame

Summative Of the Cycle

Separations & Alienations. The Usual Run Of

Those Gone, Too

A Man's Pants Now

Tolls

More Desperate Hands

The Accountant

Emptiness

From the Window Sill

Empty Stare

That Said

Airport Goodbye

It Was All Arranged

You, Sad, Too?

Might Break On Cold Butter

Telephones

Twice-Widened Separation

My Last Lover

The Righteous

Our Love Plan

A Human Situation

A Hold On Sunny Weather

Rogers Vs. Rogers

That Pain Now Gone

Quite Well

A Dad's Desire

First Love Gone Out

No Longer Lovers

Laugh Of Tears

The Shirts She Bought

Too Late Desperation

Career Bewilder

Were We Wrong?

The Bar Sitter

The Bar Sitter's Companions

The Bar Sitter's Tender

Karen Of My School

Heroes

The Neurotic's Party Pang *

Tootsie's, Nashville, Tennessee

Furloughed

A Geographic Cure

The Runaway

That Macon Night

Senseless Questions. Exacerbation By

Within The Realm

My Timely Rotations

Steam

Somewhat Otherwise

The Final Exam

The Evolution Of Thought

The Apparent Ultimate

Ulysses Confounded

Lone Deer

Sugar Cookies

The Impact Of Troglodytes Upon Our Innocents

Running In The Dark

Along The Road To Osierfield

Español

My Neighbor

Encounter In A Doorway

Enigma

Cadillac Near Forgotten

What Went On There

It's So Damned Scary

Of The Complication Of

Those Minor Movements

We Weren't Even Friends

The Golfing Party

A Sexual Inclination

On Execution

Riding Bicycles

The Motive

A Misintention?

A Past Life

My God

Ricky Walker's Daddy

Metaphorical Egg

The Clinger

Church-Night Supper Gloom

What One Is, Not

Just One Thing True

You're Too Much

How Pray the Righteous

Sunset Beyond El Hatillo

Inside You

The Philosopher

Older, Aging & Old

Blue Fog

He Did Not Look At Me

On Being Older

At Forty, Then Sixty

This Rhyme

Our Winter's Wonderland

A Midlife Drama

This Later Age

The Chair

A Georgia Dismay

The Unexpected Connect

Almost Like Being In Heaven

Meager Life

Cerebration At The River Styx

From The Spiders Of

Love Re-Recognized

Worn Shoe

Her All Around Me

Prufrock, More Aged

Woman, Cheated

Now, A Wizard Of Oz

Since the Mansion We Built

The Favor Of Age

The Years After Osierfield

An Older Dreamer Reflects

The Dancers

My Dream, Become

The Mongolia Trip

Gnostic Entrapped

My Passage Of Her Time

Did Not Remember

You Are Old!

The Back Lot

Swift Black Cat Bad Luck *

His Tombstone

To Be Near

Octogenarian Depressed

Dropping Things

Summer 1952

1022 Augusta Avenue

Lost Of Way

The Null Hypothesis Contested

That Partial Ponder

To Her, Away Now

From The Dock

A Tenuous Brush With. Enlightenment

A Gift Of Grace

The Transformation

Houses

The Importance Of Darkness

Plato's Statue's Stare

Some Child's Collard Story

Slow Light

The Limit

The Art Of Knowing

Small Success

When I Owned Ducks

Back Upon That Dream

The Floors I Wax

Fool Way

A Chalice

The Music Of The Animus

A Crossroad Finally Denied

Lavall's Lament To Nicole

God's Grand Ordinance

Perhaps

Nicole's Song

No Postcards

The Victim

El Suerte

This Time

A Metapoetic Of Modern Poem

Her House

Milky Way Watcher

Dedicated To

David Shields

Walter D. Jones

Brenda Delores Goree

A Welcome From the Poet

Everybody seems to like some particular style of poem. That's why we have Edgar Guest, Rob McCuen, Dylan Thomas, and Slam Poetry People. Of course, there are poets found between these extremes who are greatly admired as well.

As for me, today's poet, I'm ear to remarks like, 'you don't rhyme enough'; 'you aren't sentimental enough'; 'you don't address social issues'; 'you don't yell your bullshit loud enough'. As for everything else, I get, 'I couldn't understand a word of it'.

To all of this I say, Life is not a single poem. Think about that for a moment. Many people live their lives based upon a single poem. Thus do many of those lives end, at best, narrowly. So, I say, The more poems one knows, the more one understands life---as in awareness of more viewpoints, more options---more escape hatches.

That is why I have poured out my life to you here in the form of my seven chapbooks, two-hundred seventy-five selected poems. I figure that if