Between 1995 and 2003, Ken wrote a book he simply titled Autobiography. I have named it The Inn of the Seventh Mansion, a phrase from his novel Contemplatives. He later returned to autobiography, albeit in fictional form, in the book Not Without The Angels.
I have added the link to this book onto the Kootenay Ranger.
MT
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Monday, February 1, 2016
On Leaving Law School Sept 1978
Water base paint
A pungent smell on the
new walls
Of an old room above
ninth avenue.
Fraternity men and other
ambitions
Tick toward their degrees
and dates
And I throw away - they
say -
The torpor of my case books
Bring on the shrinks!
And I will write a play
And drink martinis
While damn good jazz
and somebody else'
Bach records
Belt away at the Puritan
devils.
Easing into art.
Nobody that knows me
is looking!
The old friends are gone -
And the relatives.
And the new friends
Are already there,
Where the muse haunts
the room
And pays the rent.
Something so much fun
Just might be wicked
But let me risk it!
I think I have a right
to know
The new creature
I'm becoming.
A pungent smell on the
new walls
Of an old room above
ninth avenue.
Fraternity men and other
ambitions
Tick toward their degrees
and dates
And I throw away - they
say -
The torpor of my case books
Bring on the shrinks!
And I will write a play
And drink martinis
While damn good jazz
and somebody else'
Bach records
Belt away at the Puritan
devils.
Easing into art.
Nobody that knows me
is looking!
The old friends are gone -
And the relatives.
And the new friends
Are already there,
Where the muse haunts
the room
And pays the rent.
Something so much fun
Just might be wicked
But let me risk it!
I think I have a right
to know
The new creature
I'm becoming.
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