Sylvia Plath Reads Lady Lazarus

 

Poesis est mortuus.

Poetry is dead.

 Its death is the result of a plethora of factors that began early in the twentieth century. However, the final nail was driven in the past decade. Poetry’s death throes have been heard, the hole has been dug, and the coffin not-so gently dropped in the grave. The main culprits in this vocabulumicide are multimedia, the Internet, and a detestable “fast-food” mentality.

 Our homes sound like 1980’s video game arcades, websites are flashing temples of capitalism, our blogs are cutesy scrapbooks, and our minds want the next thing before the previous thing has even registered.

 No matter; it is a natural process. Soon will come the death of the printed page, art on canvas, and entertainment that enlightens the mind.

Poetry was created for a people who valued the written word and were willing to think deeply rather than superficially.

Oh well, all things die.

Alea iacta est.

Sometimes I Know Not Where I Stand

Sometimes I know not where I stand.

The world has moved so fast, yet has left so many marks.

Past glories fade like mists that once gone are as if they never lived.

All must stand alone in this—all must fight their own demons.

All paths in the end must be walked alone.

Though singular in the mind’s scope; they must somehow converge.

If they do not, what is this journey? 

Are all the pain and chance and circumstance…random?

Must we simply fade?

As one father dies, another is born.

As one mother cries, another is made.

We are as paper torn.

Our scrambling lives are scribbles upon this parchment—Scribbles that eventually, no matter the greatness or frivolity,

are cast into the wind and drift, rising and falling with the whims of

eternity.

Does the standing place really matter?

Maybe it’s all that does.

Understand

The road is extremely hard, and for many the light at the end is an illusion fabricated by what we want, not what is. 

Who knows why some have demons stronger than their angels? 

If every day is war, you will understand.

If waves of numbness are relief, you will understand.

If the most terrifying enemy you have ever faced is you, you will understand.

If you recognize some of the people in these images, you just may understand.