My name is Jim Dunlap, and I write poetry and other things on occasion. I have been in the Writer's Digest top 100 in three categories, the Literary Short Story, Rhymed Poetry and Nonrhyming Poetry.
My work has appeared in 70 plus small press magazines to date, including PLAINSONGS, POTPOURRI, the PARIS/ ATLANTIC and online in POETRY LIFE AND TIMES, POETRY REPAIR SHOP and DIE NIEDERNGASSE (Switzerland). I am newsletter Editor for the Des Moines Area Writers' Network, Senior Contributing Editor to the POETS' PORCH, the ODEUM and POETIC VILLAGE. I have been in and in Who's Who In America, 2002, and will be in Who's Who In The World, 2003 (or so I understand, since I filled out their questionnaire).
The conventional wisdom says poets should be meek little critters with no ideas of their own who write about flowers and trees and the summer breeze. Poetry was originally the property of the entire human race. It was propagated by the oral traditions of ancient societies and used mnemonic devices such as alliteration and rhyme, which the so-called poetry elite in this country has worked fairly successfully to eradicate from the writings of the young (who don't know any better).
Favorite movies:
"Fellowship of the Ring"
"Gone With The Wind"
any of the "Star Wars" movies
"A Little Romance"
"Trick"
"Doctor Zhivago"
"Now and Then"
and my favorite actors and actresses in no particular order:
Katharine Hepburn
Christian Campbell
Meryl Streep
River Phoenix
Morgan Freeman
Julia Roberts
Tori Spelling
Diane Lane and Thelonious Bernard
(A Little Romance)
Laurence Olivier
Jane Fonda (On Golden Pond)
Ben Affleck
My favorite song:
La complainte de la butte
En haut de la rue St-Vincent
un poete et une inconnue
s'aimaient l'espace d'un instant
mais il ne l'a jamais revue
Cette chanson il composa
esperant que son inconnue
un matin d' printemps l'entendra
quelque part au coin d'une rue
La lune trop bleme
pose un diademe
sur tes cheveux roux
la lune trop rousse
de gloire eclabousse
ton jupon plein de trous
la lune trop pale
caresse l'opale
de tes yeux blases
princesse de la rue
soit la bienvenue
dans mon coeur blesse
Les escaliers de la butte
sont durs aux misereux
les ailes des moulins
protegent les amoureux.
Petite mandigotte
je sens ta menotte
qui cherche ma main
je sens ta poitrine
et ta taille fine
j'oublie mon chagrin
je sens sur tes levres
une odeur de fievre
de gosse mal nourrie
et sous ta caresse
je sens une ivresse
qui m'aneantit
Les escaliers de la butte
sont durs aux misereux
les ailes des moulins
protegent les amoureux
Mais voila qu'il flotte
la lune se trotte
la princesse aussi
sous le ciel sans lune
je pleure a la brume
mon reve evanoui
Van Parys / Renoir
Thanks to Webwolf (Regis Auffray) for the words to the song.
Here I include a list of some of my favorite music, such as:
Neil Young (especially "After The Goldrush", Patachou (especially "La Complainte de la Butte"), Edith Piaf, Jim Reeves, Willie Nelson (especially "Seven Spanish Angels"), Cher (especially "If I Could Turn Back Time"), classical music in general and various songs of various types by various artists.
