Stan Rice
Stan Rice was an American poet and artist and husband of writer Anne Rice (married 1961). He was a Professor of English and Creative Writing at San Francisco State University and retired as Chairman of the Creative Writing Department in 1989. Stan Rice died from brain cancer and was survived by his wife, novelist Anne Rice and son, author Christopher Rice.
It was the death of the couple's first child, daughter Michele (1966-1972), at age six of leukemia, which sparked Stan Rice's becoming a published author. His first book of poems, based on her illness and death, was titled Some Lamb, and was published in 1975. He encouraged his wife to quit her work as a waitress, cook and theater usher in order to devote herself full time to her writing.
Both encouraged their son, Christopher, to write as well.
He is entombed in Metairie Cemetery in New Orleans.
“And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?”
“And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.”
“The brain is a furnace./Is transformed and transforms.”
“And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.”
“The Murder Burger is served right here.You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death. You can be a goner on this very corner. Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh. If you wish to eat it you must feed it. Yall come back soon." -- You bet.”
“Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree.Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes of what comes after death. Is being fled from what bends down in pain. The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup.The worst is yet to dream you up,so bend down the intrigueyou dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree.Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of beinglessforever. So bend. Bend down and kiss what you see.”
“And the rain was brain coloredand the thunder sounded like something remembering something.”