You are the infinite dimensionless localized entity with whom originality calls its home. Be complacent and die a slow death or burst through the pain wall to set new bounds. Know the patterns that sell and cage that claw and steal from you. Rage in the bio-mechanical splendor whirling center stage—YOU. In death be born again and again with the Phoenix. Drive through the objectors and dogma, be that pure apex of infinity—an agent of change.
To avoid redundancy, David often finds himself outdoors or visiting anywhere where he can easily open his mind to creating poetry. “I think your desk is more a state of mind than a physical place.” Whether it’s people-watching at a park, or reflecting over poems at a coffee shop, he’s a versatile writer. He finds romantic inspiration in a sunset as much as a coffee stain. “Writing is about perspective,” asserts Anderson, giving a nod to his upbringing overseas and learning about love through the various people he’s met in his life. Whether it’s his childhood in Brussels, Casablanca, and Nassau, or his travels to Bangkok, Manila, Seoul, and Hong Kong, David lets life influence his writing in a natural way. These days that life finds him enjoying the bustling streets of New York City, surrounded by a lively blend of people, cultures, and artists to keep his poems fresh.