Another interesting conjunction of prose into poetry?
The rebel reviewer petrified by rock’s raw beat and easy listening whips out dreamy pop, the sounds of cotton wool and sheepskin a cushy pillow to lay his head on. He drifts into soft-pop dreaming, as the disturbing subtleties of quiet angst pass through idealized and romanticized in pleasing lyrical covers, he thinks he is not a fan.
This is supposed to be a poem. I do not think it is. It does not look like a poem to me. More like an interesting conjunction of prose turned into poetry. From a review which sort of captures how I felt about a product.
Sad, melancholy, nothing that distinguishes itself, imagine listening to this driving, makes me feel dreamy and laid-back, but do lyrics ever resonant?
I am coming down to the sad, quiet weeping of the the reality of being rejected as a writer, the sadness swirling inside the soul inside the place where the pleasant solar plexus should radiate the joy of life. Oscillating the choppy waters of feeling bad and how to better respond, but I don’t. My would-be books are on the backburner now–I will not touch them–they are not good enough as the rejection has shown. No, not at all. I will not do them. In the head space, a nagging thought about to interrupt the comfortability of giving up. I shouldn’t submit again, but maybe I will. Ha. I don’t feel like it…
In months if not weeks, maybe days, I will be back, when the moment arises.
What’s going on in the world? I got to write about life.
The safety pin has been taken off much of the world and there were times when I had to turn off the television. Two news stories in particular interest me now: security in the USA and Covid19. But I realized that having a healthy outlook is seeing the world from my relatively safer corner of the world as the “new normal” at least in the meantime until these issues are sorted out, which I hope they will. I personally can do nothing more about the insecurity happening besides wash my hands and all that Covid preparedness. I wonder how others are doing?
A family member said don’t worry about this life too much. I wish others would take a minute and think that philosophy through. When we think that this life is not everything it can open up the possibility of relaxing on some things. There are some things that don’t need our involvement and when things get out of hand to really face reality and accept the truth. Just take a minute out to think about where certain actions will lead. In the meantime, I am accepting the “new normal” while the leaders figure something out and the people do what they can. And by an expert word, the stuff that is really shaking the world now will pass. Lastly, but ultimately, I remember to trust the Most High God–a beautiful description of God I read in Genesis and liked a lot.