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About Me

This is the page where I'll describe myself in more detail.

My name is Jim Dunlap, and I write poetry and other things on occasion. I was have been in the Writer's Digest top 100 in three categories, the Literary Short Story, Rhymed Poetry and Nonrhyming Poetry.

My work has appeared in 70 plus small press magazines to date, including PLAINSONGS, POTPOURRI, the PARIS/ ATLANTIC and online in POETRY LIFE AND TIMES, POETRY REPAIR SHOP and DIE NIEDERNGASSE (Switzerland). I am newsletter Editor for the Des Moines Area Writers' Network, Senior Contributing Editor to the POETS' PORCH, the ODEUM and POETIC VILLAGE. I have been in and in Who's Who In America, 2002, and will be in Who's Who In The World, 2003 (or so I understand, since I filled out their questionnaire).

I have learned a lot of things in my lifetime, and I do try to write from a perspective which can allow some of what I have learned to be passed on to others via my writings, although the conventional wisdom says poets should be meek little critters with no ideas of their own who write about flowers and trees the summer breeze. This has been propagated by the University presses where old white men write about their passionless lives and their limited experiences and publish and buy each others' books. It's a shame that poetry has been appropriated by these people and turned into an elitist and nonuser friendly form of self-expression since poetry was originally the property of the entire human race. It was propagated by the oral traditions of ancient societies and used mnemonic devices such as alliteration and rhyme, which the so-called poetry elite in this country has worked fairly successfully to eradicate from the writings of the young (who also are mostly white with extremely limited life experiences and don't know any better).

A Siberian Tiger

The above photo is of a Siberian Tiger and her cub. The species has been virtually wiped out by the encroachment of humans on their surviving habitats (few indeed). I would guess that there are less than a thousand of them still alive on earth.

Favorite movies:

"Fellowship of the Ring"
"Gone With The Wind"
any of the "Star Wars" movies
"A Little Romance"
"Trick"
"Doctor Zhivago"
"Now and Then"

and my favorite actors and actresses in no particular order:

Christian Campbell
Meryl Streep
River Phoenix
Morgan Freeman
Julia Roberts
Tori Spelling
Diane Lane and Thelonious Bernard
(A Little Romance)
Laurence Olivier
Jane Fonda
Ben Affleck

My favorite song:

La complainte de la butte


En haut de la rue St-Vincent
un poete et une inconnue
s'aimaient l'espace d'un instant
mais il ne l'a jamais revue
Cette chanson il composa
esperant que son inconnue
un matin d' printemps l'entendra
quelque part au coin d'une rue

La lune trop bleme
pose un diademe
sur tes cheveux roux
la lune trop rousse
de gloire eclabousse
ton jupon plein de trous
la lune trop pale
caresse l'opale
de tes yeux blases
princesse de la rue
soit la bienvenue
dans mon coeur blesse
Les escaliers de la butte
sont durs aux misereux
les ailes des moulins
protegent les amoureux.


Petite mandigotte
je sens ta menotte
qui cherche ma main
je sens ta poitrine
et ta taille fine
j'oublie mon chagrin
je sens sur tes levres
une odeur de fievre
de gosse mal nourrie
et sous ta caresse
je sens une ivresse
qui m'aneantit

Les escaliers de la butte
sont durs aux misereux
les ailes des moulins
protegent les amoureux

Mais voila qu'il flotte
la lune se trotte
la princesse aussi
sous le ciel sans lune
je pleure a la brume
mon reve evanoui


Van Parys / Renoir

Thanks to Webwolf (Regis Auffray) for the words to the song.

Here's one of my poems which has been reprinted many times:

L'AMOUR EN REVE/ REVERIES OF LOVE

I toss in strangely troubled dreams
Of rolling hills and woodland streams --
Of soft, pale skin, so smooth and fair,
And moonlight glancing off her hair.

What can I say? What can I do?
Sad to say, she's just not you.
True love calls..."Come, please be mine...
We'll drink to good Saint Valentine."

And if, perchance, you choose to stay,
We'll leave her there and go away:
To roam the world, to wander far...
Beneath fair Venus, morning's star.

For fate could never put asunder
Bonds of love, entwined in wonder...
Though our souls should dare to brave
A bright new land beyond the grave.

Why waste one day, one minute more?
Let's bite the apple to the core;
And while the years and seasons fly,
Our love will grow...and never die.


Here I might include a list of some of my favorite music, such as:

Neil Young (especially "After The Goldrush", Patachou (especially "La Complainte de la Butte"), Edith Piaf, Jim Reeves, Willie Nelson (especially "Seven Spanish Angels"), Cher, classical music in general and various songs of various types by various artists.