Couple thousand years ago
This was the future
Tomorrow it's gonna be
Archeology
- Future Garbage, Vincent B. Rain
poems - songs - essays - philosophy - journals - editorials - drawings - photography - journeys
Welcome!
A good portion of the Vincent B. Rain collection is published here with many more writings waiting to be fitted into the site. The poetry and song collection is the biggest section with over fifty pieces. In the near future, many photos from the Rain photography archives will be added. A few of the poems & songs already have photos.
Early Rain, 1979
Boulder, Colorado
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N
othing is quite so surreal as the beat up word hailing from a book with a tattered cover written by a dead author. It reaches beyond the grave. That power has had me in its grip for many years. I have wanted its fame. To not only live large, but to speak long after death. That is the idealism of great poets, songwriters, orators and philosophers. I am transfixed in the inescapable faith that this is my destiny. I can fail to reach that destiny. But I can never wake up and fail to write. The word simply flows like blaine, like rain, like the cure for all pain. The greatest danger is not writers' block. The greatest danger is the constant deluge of inpiration that compounds the prolific creative intake. To be overwhelmed. The writer soaks it all up like an antenna and spits it out like a radio.		 Specs of gold
That sparkle
Below crystal pools
By torrent waters
In bright June sun
Heavenly blue.... skies

- Rolling Boulder
(poetry section)
Reading Surrealist Love Poems.
Photo by Kat G.

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Changes to Come and Collaberations Needed:
  • New section called "Another Damned Dream" is tentatively planned. It would be a page of dreams that Vincent has either recorded or remembered over a lifetime. The page was inspired when Vincent experienced an extremely fierce and warm wind, looked toward downtown Denver and saw skyscrapers burning ferociously. Things were catching fire much closer as well. And there was no longer any place to run. People were freaking out, realizing it had come to this. There was smoke everywhere. But Vincent woke up and realized it was just the smokers in other apartments down the hall.
  • In the near future (2011), Vincent hopes to be traveling to northeastern France on a research project as fodder for a slowly emerging literary work expected to take many years. Can't speak French? No problem.
  • Plenty of material is yet to be added including poems and some photos by Vincent and of Vincent. Some of the photos are aesthetic. Others portray Vincent in youth and in recent times.
  • Vincent is looking for good musicians who might be into backing him up as a poet singer. Just about any instruments might work. All songs in the VBR collection have melodies but most of them need arrangements.
  • There is also a plan to scout for hard-to-find bargain rural land in the upper Hudson Valley, New York or Connecticut, that might enable Vincent to have recurring access to New York City to explore specialized poetic groups, literary groups, photography and possibly a rural home sound studio.
  • The site is being gradually resized from the old common standard of 640 pixel width, to the new standard of 1,024 pixel width (like this page).

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    Visit the Vincent B. Rain Myspace page at: Myspace.com/VincentBRain
    The Myspace page just links to famous "friends", especially dead influences from all sorts of epochs. And a few actual pals in the contemporaneous world. Eventually a new Myspace audio page might be started when some poetry and song recodings are ready.
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    Site launched 2002 March 30 Saturday

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