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Photo by: Mark Wiesner
He got divorced and in 1991 married his current wife, Chris. A finally finished Ph.D. in experimental psychology followed. They lived for six months on the island of Crete, a year in Woodstock, NY and then returned to Maine. Previously he had lived on the coast; this time it was the western foothills/lakes region — quite similar to where he grew up.
For George's 43rd birthday Chris took him to Sculpture House in NYC and gave him the gift of sculpture tools and a couple of stones. He never looked back, three years later leaving a job as an administrator in clinical psychology. He worked as a house husband and sculptor for the next twelve years, until the current recession forced him to seek work as a carpenter. Unexpectedly, he loves it, and poetry bubbles beneath the surface concerning the process.
He grew up with a love of water (sensually, emotionally and spiritually) that has never diminished. Also, at about the age of 20, he was introduced to the parable of the blind man and the elephant and the Socratic dictum "Know thyself". These three currents inform his perception and his worldview. His poetry, as well as his sculpture (a tangible extension of his poetry), reflect his love of water and the above parable and dictum.
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Title: Water
Author: George Erikson
Style: hand-bound, offset (w/tri-fold case 8.125 x 6")
Edition: 26 signed copies
ISBN: 0-9824263-0-5
Publish Date: August 8, 2009
Price: $100
This edition was hand-bound in Japanese book cloth by Rhonda Miller in Halifax, Nova Scotia and printed in 10 point Bembo by Cardinal Printing of Denmark, Maine. Designed and edited by Geoff Gronlund. This edition is limited to 30 copies, four of which are not for sale and 26 are signed by the author and lettered A-Z.
Author: George Erikson
Style: hand-bound, offset (w/tri-fold case 8.125 x 6")
Edition: 26 signed copies
ISBN: 0-9824263-0-5
Publish Date: August 8, 2009
Price: $100
This edition was hand-bound in Japanese book cloth by Rhonda Miller in Halifax, Nova Scotia and printed in 10 point Bembo by Cardinal Printing of Denmark, Maine. Designed and edited by Geoff Gronlund. This edition is limited to 30 copies, four of which are not for sale and 26 are signed by the author and lettered A-Z.
About George Erikson
George Erikson was born in the southern Catskill mountains of New York in 1950 and spent most of his free time reading, dreaming and in nature. During 1969 he went to Woodstock, where he discovered and embraced the counterculture. George worked as a land surveyor during his twenties and also started seriously writing poetry. He moved to Maine in 1979, got married, had three children and went back to school. Following a near Ph. D. in clinical psychology, he worked for 5 years in the field and was the first director of the Maine State Alliance for the Mentally Ill (a support, education and advocacy group for families of the mentally ill).
Photo by: Mark Wiesner
For George's 43rd birthday Chris took him to Sculpture House in NYC and gave him the gift of sculpture tools and a couple of stones. He never looked back, three years later leaving a job as an administrator in clinical psychology. He worked as a house husband and sculptor for the next twelve years, until the current recession forced him to seek work as a carpenter. Unexpectedly, he loves it, and poetry bubbles beneath the surface concerning the process.
He grew up with a love of water (sensually, emotionally and spiritually) that has never diminished. Also, at about the age of 20, he was introduced to the parable of the blind man and the elephant and the Socratic dictum "Know thyself". These three currents inform his perception and his worldview. His poetry, as well as his sculpture (a tangible extension of his poetry), reflect his love of water and the above parable and dictum.
and I see the washerwoman
her hands an extension
of grey voices in a silver river
kneeling on a rock washing the dream she wears on a rock
she will pass it on
and it passes on
and the television shouts to the chair
and the telephone shouts
and the kids cry
and she cries into the pillow wishes
she would drown
the silent anaesthesia of tears sends back its dead
and on the river bank
the matted grass
is parted by a quick wind
then the fire sears
and the hair flows back to the horse tail
sizzles to the dry lizard skin
back to the dotted line the drafted chart of light
from The Birthday