This book contains some of the most hard hitting angst and self-loathing I've ever read. It is brimming over with artistry that examines the broken and sad internal life of who? The author? The main character? Me, you, us? Humanity? Who? I don't know.
What I do know is that I read this entire book of poems from beginning to end in one sitting. Every poem contained feelings that jumped out at me. I quickly noticed that the author does not reflect much on the external world. By this I mean there are practically no references to society, schools, government, family, friends, travel, games, sports, etc. There were only a couple references to "consumerism" and "money." But other than those, the author keeps the poems focused on moods and emotions, the inner human condition. And yet it's weird that the titles of many of the poems are named after months of the year and include some tie ins to nature. Some of my favorite lines with my thoughts:
Black Heart: "No glue can piece together the remnants of a broken soul
The ashes scattered away in the wind" (this idea of trying to use glue to hold ashes together - so sad and impossible)
Hell Arrived Yesterday (I foung this gutwrenching!)
Fictitious parasites eating away the insides
The tormented spirit has no vice to numb
It screams out
Doing the only thing it knows how to do
Hiding a world's worth of pain in plain sight"
June (This poem is the first sign of hope, and interestingly hope exists in nature, like rain and sunshine)
UnHappy People: (There is a reoccuring theme of two people coming together by mistake, without purpose, and yet in this poem it says . . .) "Secret signs point to a telepathic bond
" (This is another tiny glimmer of hope after so many dark and sad moods).
September: "When one lives to feel the agony of now"
(this line just hit me right in the heart, so dark and beautiful . . . 'the agony of now' wow!)
: (contains another glimmer of hope)
"No one suffers alone
But it can be difficult to let others in
And try to talk about the pain inside."
One Giant Metaphor: "life is like a quilt" (this seemed extremely optimistic compared to so many dark and painful emotions and images)
Seasonal Destruction (again the theme that all is lost not just internally within the mind/moods, but externally in the world).
For all the external chaos
For all the internal anarchy
Crossroads (the final poem has a sense of reality, not good or bad, just reality)
"Good or bad, it has to be done
Because life never stands still
And it's a long, hard road to the end"
Great poetry, looking forward to more!
(review of free book)