Lost Among the Hours
by Alan Britt

poems

"Alan Britt believes “Each poem has its feral destiny,” and I have resounding faith they are destined to touch many lives as they have touched mine. Reading Lost Among the Hours (dedicated to none other than Daphne, his prized blond Bouvier), is like negotiating unexpected bends in a densely forested, thought-inked journey. In Britt’s very first poem, “The Ego,” you stumble upon a philosophic milestone: “The ego must be misunderstood like any good myth.” And when you have absorbed its essence, you encounter “khaki nightmares” following which, phantoms of Kabir and Rumi, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Brando, Lorca, Shelley, Byron, Blake, Bacon and Bonnefoy appear, to haunt you delightfully with their palpable presence―allusions evoked by the masterly poet. From his sensuous word paintings and contemplations of life and nature over 13 previously published books, Britt has been as much, preoccupied with the whims of history and politics that shape our lives. In his biting “Sense of Humor” and the power of “Written Words” we witness a deep concern for humanity and the descent of human values. But his spirit is infectious as his “own humble poems” that seek to “rescue us all, once again, / from the latest, bigoted new world order.” We need to be nourished again and again by Alan Britt’s words."

--Bina Sarkar Ellias
Poet and Editor/Publisher, International Gallerie

Excerpt:
Giant Manuscripts

Wild Parakeets of Florida

For George