The Shangri LaTitudes of the title are not some imaginary
abodes in the clouds, above and beyond ordinary reality.
These latitudes are the ones which lie where the paths of
Truth and Beauty cross, forming quadrants where each
sub-subject comingles to form fresh ruminations, not unlike
those from Rumi, not unlike Four Quartets by Eliot, though
using forms unfamiliar to either poet.
There are four rooms in the human heart, each one its own
experiential zone where passions move around, up down and
around within the stream of consciousness, as well as stirring
the subconsciousness. Perhaps the latter ruminations form
the greater portion of the poems in this selection.
This is a book of brief poems deliberately constructed for
easy reading, brief pieces that can be picked up and put
down within a few moments.
One or two poems may take longer to digest, but hopefully
the same intensity of feeling will be there, like a bonsai
arriving at your coffee table, all trim, newly in flower.