“It is difficult/ to get the news from poems/ yet men die miserably every day/ for lack/ of what is found there.”
— William Carlos Williams, physician and poet
“I am signaling you through the flames….
The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.
If you would be a poet, create works capable of answering the challenge of apocalyptic times, even if this meaning sounds apocalyptic.
You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain, you are Emily Dickinson and Edna St. Vincent Millay, you are Neruda and Mayakovsky and Pasolini, you are an American or a non-American, you can conquer the conquerors with words….”
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
This is a journal about a writer finding his voice and trying to change a small piece of the world through poetry. You and I are all there is. There is no cavalry riding over the hill. It’s just us. Jesus said not to hide your light under a bushel. So here I am. And here you are.
If you are interested, I’m male, I live in the buckle of the rain belt in the Pacific Northwest of the USA with my wife, a number of children–which varies depending on the season, what is on the dinner table and the day you count–and a feisty Welsh Corgi.
Thanks for reading.
-Darkmatter0205
