Louis Larsen worked as an English instructor for the majority of his adult life. In that time, he produced many works in both novels and poetry. Louis also worked as a ghost writer for many others, as well as newspapers throughout Utah. The works here represent those left to the family, both published and unpublished. Much of his work reflects a haunting feeling of loss, pain and betrayal. This comes from the loss of his son, Thomas Larsen, in World War II. Tom served with the 85th Mountain Infantry of the 10th Mountain Division, where he served with distinguished honor, and paid the ultimate price for his commitment. Tom lost his life on Riva Ridge, Mount Belvedere in February, 1945. This loss haunted Louis for the remainder of his life. Many of his poems reflect this pain and leave a legacy of the emotional priced paid in the wake of war.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Esthetic Clutter

Kitchen middens, memorabilia, artifacts--
Room to keep the house from bulging
Is the only thing it lacks;
Manikins from Mexico;
An old Confucious made of mud;
A hand grenade from World War II
That we hope remains a dud;
Photographs of movie stars,
Enough to make a constellation;
Pennants strewn across a map
That represents our far-flung nation;
Metal horses, plastic dogs, and
wooden cats;
Cannon, pistols, sawed-off shotguns,
Ammunition, holsters, gats;
Vases, lighters, ash trays, coasters;
Bric-a-brac from old Japan;
Ersatz relics of the sun gods,
Dating from when time began.
Tread lightly when you come
to see us;
Don't brush or break this
precious stuff.
And don't come bearing gifts,
Good neighbor--we've enough!

(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)

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