The Abyss and Poetry

I think the world is a dark, chaotic and sometimes evil place, but there is beauty. Beauty is found by constantly wading through the trash heaps of our minds and our consciousnesses. There is so much to live for, so much to learn and understand, yet us as humans sometimes try to block this type of important progress. And that is the garbage we must way through.

In my writing, I try to find slivers and pieces of different worlds and dreams and nightmares. I stick them together by using unusual word combinations and sentence fragments and off-rhymes. Poetry is a lightning bolt of passion, emotion, and sub-consciousness vomiting from the brain at a hundred miles an hour. Poetry is an expression of a moment and time that can never be duplicated. It is of that moment and that is why I dislike editing with the poem after it has been created (aside from cleaning up spelling or at odd times grammar.)

I also love to bombard the reader with a deluge of thoughts, expressions, words, feelings, emotions, ideas, and images. In a few sentences, I want to jam-pack it and fill it with many emotional-bombs so that when the reader picks it up and reads it, they hopefully feel over-whelmed and exhausted. It’s supposed to explode into their face, body, and mind. Oh no, I don't want to sound like another writer that tells you how to think when reading his/her work. That's how I feel and want to accomplish.

However, it is up to the reader to find what they want in the work. It is upon to the reader to throw away what they want and keep what they find as truth or beautiful or useful in the text. It is upon to the reader to become the new writer of the text that has been given to them! So welcome to the abyss. Please chime in whenever you desire to!

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Brian