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Dennis Locorriere writes all the time, whenever and wherever he happens to be.
Taking advice from his son and following requests from his fans, he started adding his poems to the Blog on his website www.dennislocorriere.com
The positive feedback led to requests for a collection, and Whatever's Burning Now is the book they have been waiting for.
His songwriting prowess and his way with words has been known for many years, but Whatever's Burning Now also shows a new dimension to his talent.
Dennis has been drawing cartoons his whole life.
Sometimes they found their way to friends or were included in the artwork for one of his albums or tour brochures. But never had they seen the light of day in a collection - until now.
He said he thought they could inhabit a nice place in the book.
And so were the fans who were the first to suggest a ‘collection of sorts’.
Just shows you how many sparks it takes to ignite whatever’s burning now."
Dennis Locorriere was born on June 13 1949.
He grew up in Union City, New Jersey, just across the Hudson River from NYC.
He began his lifelong struggle in the music profession soon after being asked to leave Emerson High School.
Locorriere spent 15 bittersweet years as lead vocalist with the internationally successful, chart topping group, Dr Hook, from their early days playing bars through their sold out 1985 Farewell Tour.
He has since also received critical acclaim for his solo recordings, songwriting and acting.
This is his first literary venture.
Whatever's Burning Now
Dennis Locorriere
ISBN 987-1-907401-40-4
£7.99 + P&P
98 pages
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VENTRILOQUIST
The ventriloquist sits on the edge of his bed
And stares at the short leather case
He knows that it's in there, that 'partner' of his
The one with the cold, smiling face
The one that the people all laugh at and cheer for
The one who they line up to see
That thing that lies, lifeless - so unentertaining
Til he puts it back on his knee
Then, funny one liners fly out of it's mouth
It sings and it makes people care
All thanks to the craft he plied and perfected
Til nobody knew he was there
ART
What's it mean? Who's it for?
Will it come again?
Will it matter weeks from now?
Did it matter then?
Give it reason, make it rhyme
That's the natural way
Crashing into one another
Calling it ballet
ALOT TO BE little
It takes quite a lot to be little
I sat and I figured it out
The fact that he's small doesn't matter at all
'Cause tall isn't what he's about
The trick is he's tiny, but solid
His center is low to the ground
He's focused. He knows psychological blows
Can topple the biggest man down
TOO MUCH
I think too much. I know I do
And I worry about it all
I read too much into everything
But the 'writing on the wall'
I know too much and it wears me down
I wish I was naive
I show too much. I'm an open nerve
Heart pinned to my sleeve
I make too much of the smallest thing
Put too much on my plate
I let too much of the outside world
Slip thru my garden gate
And it all comes down to I think too much
But I know what that's about
There's too many thinking too little
And someone has to balance things out
TIGHT
I respond to planetary change with some resistance
The world is getting smaller just when I could use the d i s t a n c e !
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