David Marx Bücher

I wrote this book of pages of poetry during my upper class college years attending Portland State U. I was majoring in biology education (about 1975). But I was hanging out at what I call a salon of a friend named Elizabeth. The zs of the title come from her name. Thin Lizzy was popular at the time but I didnt want to use the whole name. So I came up with Thin Wizzard. Ward I suppose because everyone (especially me) abides around hospital wards. Also Ward is an ancestral name of the family, so it felt personal to me.I have written four of these books of poetry. Poetry for lack of a better description; pages of poetry with titles up where they normally appear in poetry, after the last line of the last page and near the top. I edited out any swear words with bleeps. Otherwise they are true to their original creation 33 years ago. They get shuffled around a typed, punctuated in part, word processed, data processed, printed, and who knows what next! Elementally they were penned to be read. From me to you. Have fun!

I wrote "Crowd Control" during my senior year at P.S.U. Most was written in my dorm room at P.S.U., but also at Greg and Elenor's apartment. "Crowd Control" is the third book of a four book set of books. Sad to say I was in an eastern religion phase back then. The religion tends to threaten to swamp the poems and pages and does not really resolve itself until Book Four, "The Salvation Shuffle". Now, in 2011, I am about through with these works finally. Originally the poetry was not punctuated, that only added later on. I stopped writing like this about 30 years ago, now doing only prose.

I wrote Salvation Shuffle around 1978-9 mostly in Portland, Oregon. A little up in Seattle, Washington. It is the finale of a set of four books of poetry (pages) that I wrote in Oregon during my undergraduate years, and shortly thereafter. My explorations of eastern religions wells up and then fades away over the course of the set of books. Salvation Shuffle also exhausts my poetry. Book Four is actually the end of the whole phenomenon. Since about 1980 I only can write prose. Many famous people have perished trying too hard to "break on through to the other side." I count my blessings.