Peter Money's Poetry Page

Welcome!

A little background: I am grateful that Brian Jones has included me in his internet domain. We became friends during a semester spent studying Irish Literature in Dublin, on a pioneer program of Oberlin College. (I recall one hitchhiking adventure to the West country in which Brian, fully able, led me in the dark through woods, off a minor road, to set-up a make-shift tent for the night. We made "camp"--with a rope and a tarp--between two trees which seemed to call us, as though they were ready for just this type of occasion. Seems to me rain fell heavily that night on ground which was already near soggy. But we were given little choice for the night; we hadn't had as much hitchhiker luck as we'd come to expect. The next day, one old man, who clearly gave us a lift out of pity, chided us: "You can't look so eager! Relax your thumb, look the other way!" I think that was directed at me. I tended to put on the "pained look" in an effort to summon sympathy. As we rose from our camp site the following morning, what was obvious was something the dark could not have revealed to us: we were on a farm, just a few feet away from a pen of cows.

Books In Print

(located on OCLC's WorldCat,
under Arts & Humanities):

Now Available! Nine poems in a "chaplet" pamphlet: BETWEEN OURSELVES, poems by Peter Money (Number 27 in a series). $1.00 to Backwoods Broadsides, RR5, Box 3630, Ellsworth, ME, 04605-9529

THESE ARE MY SHOES: poems/ 1st ed., Boz Publications, New York, NY, 1991, 87 pg., 22 cm., $6.95, paper (In the library collections of Univ. of Colorado at Boulder, Library of Congress, Kauai Community College, Cape Cod Community College, Exuma Library, Paterson Free Public Library, Oberlin College, Reed College, Brown Univ., Beloit College. Originally sold at the Grolier Poetry Bookshop, St. Mark's Bookstore, Gotham Bookmart, City Lights, Modern Times, Small Press Traffic, Now Voyager, The Provincetown Bookshop.)

MINOR ROADS: poems/ privately printed, ltd. ed. of 50 copies bound by John DeMerritt at the Taurus Bookbindery in Berkeley; 1993, 23 cm., hardcover (In the collection of Oberlin College. Originally some copies were for sale at Small Press Traffic.)

A BIG YELLOW: poems/ CLOUD (publisher), 48 Biddlestone Rd., Newcastle upon Tyne, NE6 5SL, England; ltd. ed. of 150 copies,1996, 19 cm; paper, "Markings (series) no. 11", color cover by Harley; $7 US or 3.75 Sterling /IMO (In the collections of the National Art Library of the Victoria & Albert Museum, The British Library, others; see also Whitakers Bibliographic Services/British Books In Print. Sold through the publisher.)

Be sure to check out Peter Money's Biography and Bibliography Pages!

Quotations from reviews and blurbs:

"I remember once hearing a radio announcer giving a live on-the-spot report of the explosion and tragedy of the Hindenberg--his shock, his voice shouting, sobbing. This collection of poems is like that."--Mary McAnally, re. These Are My Shoes
"Following the steps of Ginsberg, Olson, and at times, Whitman, Money still stands in his own shoes. He is a reporter who always finds light at the end of the tunnel"--dw, Taproot Reviews
"[These Are My Shoes] occasionally reminds one of the personal quality of Frank O'Hara's or Ted Berrigan's poems, the variable foot of WCW. It's a good first book--perhaps most interesting in what it suggests about where this poet could take his poems in future--and what his generation will offer us as it comes to its maturity."--David Cope
"Peter Money is an eccentric writer...prolific coming in from all directions"--Allen Ginsberg, re. These Are My Shoes
"I also enjoyed 'Big Yellow' it reminds me a bit of Larry Eigner--I think he would have like to have written it and that makes me nostalgic for Raymond Carver"--a reader from Grantham, England
"There is no fear of trying new visual formats or tackling any subject...'Sitting Here Thinking About The Nature Of Chaos' shows the poet's distinctive cadence and restlessness...The poet comes from a special place"--Mary F. Yoder, for ONTHEBUS

Poetry distribution is problematic, so I am thankful for the opportunity of contact that this venue provides.

Author's Note: Thank you for visiting these pages. To some extent, I believe we depend on one another--and yet contact is hard. So, this jabber is what suffices by way of introduction or re-acquaintance. (I would rather relate to you through poems, but those, too, are difficult--unless you are under a tree or in a field or on an ocean bluff with their presence in your hands. That is, I'm not sure I've written work which is best suited for a screen. I suppose it's partly a matter of comfort.) I am within reach at [email protected].