The third book by the first son of my parents. Along with three sisters and four more brothers, we orbit in our familial galaxy. This book is intended to be a bridge across the space between the raw savagery of one nature of man, to the kinder and more just nature of what mankind also possesses, but in insufficient quantities
The third book by the first son of my parents. Along with three sisters and four more brothers, we orbit in our familial galaxy. This book is intended to be a bridge across the space between the raw savagery of one nature of man, to the kinder and more just nature of what mankind also possesses, but in insufficient quantities
A Biography of James Orr for "Third Book From The Sun" James Walter Orr was born in Amarillo, Texas, in 1930, in the fabled dust bowl days. He grew up on a farm and ranch. has also written under the pen-name of Easy Seeker and ezseeker. He has been a husband and hobo, laborer and engineer, cowboy and truck driver, rancher and roustabout, hod-carrier and concrete finisher, rod-wrencher and pulling unit operator, and everything that has touched any of the above. He has hooked up many a separator, heater-treater and flow line manifold. He has been a collar-pecker on a screw pipeline, pulled skids on a big-inch line, cut paraffin, handled a pipe jack, used a lazy board, run a gin-truck and hacked cross-ties. He has crumbed ditches and even shot the same. He has piss-anted flow line. He has been a radio activity log draftsman, instrument craftsman and a combiner. He has performed the necessary surgery on an untold number of bulls and boars. He has notched ears and branded hips, stretched wire and built some of the prettiest fences ever built. He was an expert with a brick paddle. As a kid on the road, he has slept on top of buildings, in box cars, in the fields and under hedges, in empty airplanes in air-ports, cars, vestibules, post-office lobbies, in old boxes, deserted buildings and hobo jungles. He has been a bindle-stiff, if a brown paper bag will pass for a bindle. Oh yes! He has been a pretty good wind-mill man! He has talked his way through the road blocks of many Indian villages in a South American uprising, and been in the ONLY car that was allowed to traverse the highway. Other than a host of similar things, he has lived an ordinary life. This is his third book of poetry.
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