Spring Fevers poetry book
It's 2011. I'm typesetting this book into the digital world.
It has been very inspiring and entertaining to read my old poetry. I've scanned the book a few times over the decades, but to really see it: letter by letter, and word by word... I've developed a new appreciation for my poetry and what it accomplished in creative perspective and youthful innocent (often ignorant) brevity.
During the 1970s, I was developing my music writing and song writing mostly. Poetry was a hobby for myself. My lyric writing became a higher priority than the poetry. So my poetry became lyrical, and my lyrics became poetic. Most of my poems are just a couple verses and a chorus. In that limited space of lines, I sought to tell my stories and express my feelings. I often did not know that a poem would become a song lyric. Sometimes the lyrics I wrote, never became a song -- thus remaining poetry. I just write what's in my mind, or heart, or soul.
This book, Spring Fevers, was my escape from the confines of lyrics and an escape beyond my sexual moralities. This self-indulgent trip into an adult world of sex, was seeking to understand all the different possibilities, mistakes, rewards, and adventure into personal hidden dark secret desires... while learning how to satisfy my demanding 1970s mates.
These sexual desires, fantasies, and true stories, seem immature and simpler to me now, today. But back in the 1970s, for me, for then, for my age, for my experience, for my upbringing -- this was really nasty stuff... to me.
Richard Del Connor, "The Hippy Coyote"