Lucius Furius

Lucius Furius is a fifty two year old man who lives in the Chicago area with his wife and family.
His children range from the age of fifteen, ten, and eight years old. During the day Lucius works as a Software Engineer and in the evenings Lucius busies himself on his website, his writing, and spends time scanning the web to include material for A Poetry-Lover's Guide To the World-Wide Web. Lucius is a passionate artist, a devoted father, a humanistic, who seems to devote his energies toward a better world for his children and our present artistic culture.
His website transcends that clearly - http://www.serve.com/Lucius

His convictions reveal: that a world without feelings is the reason why intellectuals 'turn to previous centuries to look for artistic sustenance' (whether it be classical music, sculpture, paintings, especially poetry), and adds: "My real criticism of the twentieth century , however, is not its emphasis of image over sound, but rather its failure to address what's really important to human beings. How many poems these days deal with the deep emotions which death, love, loss of love, eternity evoke in us?"
Indeed, his approach speaks for itself - and his poems may very well encompass all the high points of thought, feeling, reflection and perhaps resolution: "What makes me feel? ...he writes, I write poems exclusively about things which arouse strong feelings - feelings which can't be expressed or dealt with in my real life. There have been times when I think that making a poem has literally kept me from going insane or killing myself. And others when a feeling of great joy or peace has over-flowed into a poem..." and adds:
" I would say this: "There are two schools of thought about the writing of poetry: one is the writing-as-craft, "sit-at-your-desk-every-day" approach; the other is the "write-only-when-inspired" approach. I'm *definitely* in the latter camp. I would say that in a typical year I spend only thirty days writing poetry. But during these times, I'm consumed by it. I'm constantly working the poem over in my head."

- Lucius