"to be nobody but yourself - in a world which is doing
its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -
means to fight the hardest battle any human being can
ever fight, and never stop fighting"
--e e cummings
Almost tentative, the poems of David Christian Stanfield have an easy cadence and a beautiful sense of erratic rhyme. Sometimes romantic and sometimes stark, they tell stories of the mind of the artist, covering subjects such as inspiration, lost love, self-perception, and the perception of everything else. Their sliding sort of grace will leave you fascinated.Born early in the morning on September 26, 1970 during a rare convergence of all nine planets with a nebulous cluster in the Andromeda Galaxy, Christian Stanfield undertook to begin what would prove to be his final incarnation on Earth. (At least as a human being) His formative years flew by in a blur, and by the tenth grade Christian had done with formal education. Friends have come to characterize the next decade of his life as the "shiftless years," during which time Christian drank heavily and daydreamed about being a rock star. Billy Corgan and Trent Reznor, mostly. He bought a guitar and wrote depressing songs. He heisted a Korg Wavestation and wrote spacey techno crap that honestly defies categorization. In 1994 a minor miracle occurred and Christian found himself lured back to school-this time to a small college town in Connecticut. He transferred to a top-twenty university that will remain anonymous out of respect for the school, graduating with honors in May, 1999. His blindingly bright future ahead of him, Christian was homeless by February 2000 and deep in the throes of massive drug addiction.
Somehow during all of this LIVING, Christian found god & the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. Together they saved his life. He has not found it necessary to take a drink or mood-altering drug since March 5, 2001. He smoked his last cigarette (a Parliament Light, incidentally) on July 10, 2002. Christian enjoys making healthy lifestyle changes today.
Christian began writing poetry within a month of getting sober, and has published two chapbooks of poetry so far: Take My Word (Memphis: 3ohm Press, July 2002) and Falling Together (Memphis: Full Court Press, October 2002), both available from the poet at NO COST whatsoever. He also publishes a newsletter via email, CLiP&PiN - Christian's Little Poetry & Prose Newsletter, whenever he feels like it.
Christian is currently at work on a series of autobiographical essays, which will be collectively titled Stranger Than Fiction. He is also working on his third chapbook of poetry, A Cat's Patch of Sunshine and a spoken word cd, Breaking the Sound Barrier, which should be available, well, just any day now really...
Christian resides in Memphis, Tennessee and absolutely loves it there. Did you know that there is more deciduous forest growth within the city limits of Memphis than in any other comparably sized American city? And Christian loves trees... He also loves yoga, reiki, tantric massage, the sweat lodge ceremony on Sundays, Chinese, teenage girls and the films of Woody Allen. Christian will begin work on a Master's in Fine Arts in Creative Writing at the University of Memphis in Fall 2003 if they will have him. His favorite color is orange and his favorite non-poetry book is either John Kennedy Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces or Hayden Carruth's Reluctantly.
Probably the latter. Carruth survived his suicide.
(Christian chooses to hang with winners these days)
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away."
--Henry David Thoreau
Christian's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
On the Eve of My Sentencing
Putting Some Miles On
Doing It Again
Worth the Weight
The Artist, frustrated
The Plays of Our Lives