A young man on a bench, smoking and lost in thought: if you've lived that image, you'll know what makes blood boil.
The intro and outro poem was again from Janko Kráľ, Slovak poet and revolutionary. And this week, I noticed a lot of blood boiling poetry starting with
:
I have this book at home, something called like Humanities worst events or so. Anyway, it rates the worst atrocities caused by humanity and unsurprisingly WWII is number one. But in Benno’s haiku collection I think he has found a way to give a new lens of grief to the event.
The pot continued to boil over with
punch-in-the-mouth:
Re-reading this today even and it punches way above its weight as does DJMP himself. This one sits heavy in the soul.
came in with:
and like I said live, with a very elegant stroke Simon connects the current context without it being so in-you-face. But does so in a way that invites reflection.
In that same spirit
has a very Marshall McLuhan-esque poem:
and I am a big believer in if we all act more bird like, perhaps we might find some better sleep.
But, what more can be said on this topic of blood boiling that
, who I believe, is writing from Iran with this:
And this is the poetry that can cut. Marshall McLuhan also says that if you remove the dateline of the newspaper, it is a poem. In the news, we bring ourselves to fill in the details as we do with poetry. But where they differ, is the news seeks to stir anxiety, fear, and haste, poetry can show grief in a way that bypasses the rational and allows for the transmission of human emotion.
Janko Kráľ, no stranger to war, has this advice for us:
Despair, dive off a cliff -- the state of things won't change!
Enjoy the weekend!
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