Writing poetry

Creating art, for me, is almost always an act of catharsis. Poetry is an interesting form of expression: when I am writing it, I am usually in a heightened state of lucidity. A first step feels like all of my mental faculties are working simultaneously on extracting a lived experience. A second step is moreContinue reading “Writing poetry”

Why, failed?

Look at me, My dear friend, Before you ask, Make careful your observation, Of what presents itself so obviously; And obliviously, My unriddling has its limits. What do you call, Someone who is doomed from the start? A poet whose pen beats? With ink bright red? Who can only share his lived esotericities, In phrase-twistsContinue reading “Why, failed?”