IRENE DRENNAN, a transplanted 1950s Greenwich Village artist/poet, moved to Washington state in 1969. Her writing has appeared in Duckabush Journal, Film Writers West, Gray Panthers, N.O.W., Raven Chronicles and other literary magazines. She read with the Seattle Five Plus One poetry workshop for eight years. The poems of this popular group were anthologized into a book by the same name -- The Seattle Five Plus One (Pig Iron Press, 1995). In the 1940s, when Irene finished high school, she could not decide if she should study psychology or art. She took a job as an attendant in a mental hospital. "I wanted to be sure I was taking the right path. Also, I read a very old book titled Lunatix. I was fascinated. I had to go see for myself. I tried, through writing, to understand what the patients were feeling. But after two years at Buffalo State Hospital, I chose art." read Irene's poems |
Childhood delirium i fall like a dry leaf to the floor anxious beetles watch i catch them one by one wrap them in edible paper canaries sing in my head lavender ladies pick me put me to bed inject me with pineapple pudding on the west wing schizophrenic twins burn their toys death licks the walls with burning burgundy tongue my father's voice drifts through the keyhole i slip into the welcome peace of black copyright2001 Irene Drennan |
Irene Drennan |
IRENE DRENNAN, a transplanted 1950s Greenwich Village artist/poet, moved to Washington state in 1969. Her writing has appeared in Duckabush Journal, Film Writers West, Gray Panthers, N.O.W., Raven Chronicles and other literary magazines. She read with the Seattle Five Plus One poetry workshop for eight years. The poems of this popular group were anthologized into a book by the same name -- The Seattle Five Plus One (Pig Iron Press, 1995). In the 1940s, when Irene finished high school, she could not decide if she should study psychology or art. She took a job as an attendant in a mental hospital. "I wanted to be sure I was taking the right path. Also, I read a very old book titled Lunatix. I was fascinated. I had to go see for myself. I tried, through writing, to understand what the patients were feeling. But after two years at Buffalo State Hospital, I chose art." read Irene's poems |
