moon

margaret atwood once remarked, wordsworth was sort of right when he said, poets in their youth begin in gladness, but thereof comes in the end despondency and madness, except that is sometimes poets skip the gladness and go straight to the despondency, why is that? part of it is the conditions under which poets work - giving all, receiving little in return from an age that by and large ignores them - and part of it is cultural expectation, the lunatic the lover and the poet, says shakespeare, and notice which comes first......me, a malcontented poet, i subsist on yoghurt and orange juice, sometimes i look at people and wonder what happened here, but i too am tragically flawed in posh isolation, my work like me tends toward hormonal lyricism, and chronicle a string of meaningless veggie burgers that leave me feeling empty, so far my search for a mate has led me back to a search for myself, i am decadent and a hedonist, the carnal is just as appetizing as the spiritual, sometimes more, when i look at the sky at night, i wonder whether pain and love are just two vibrations of the same source, jarring us into reality from ever growing numbness of apathy and complacency, am definitely a creature of the night, probably the woman in the moon, i feel her pain, she is ever chasing her man the sun, each night she dies a lonely death, so her man might rise for another day, am not a linear thinker, i procrastinate, i ponder, i wonder, i imagine, the abstract world is terribly fascinating in this respect, ultimately i think it really is all abstract, in that we have no clue what the hell is really going on, as much progress as we might make technologically or spiritually, we'll always come back to the basics, love your god and love your neighbor, i don't know where exactly we got lost on the way to heaven, but in my limited study of the religions out there, religions distract and lead people astray, it's too easy to search for the messiah, the guru or the jesus or the buddha or the mehdi, coz that way somebody else does the work, leaves no responsibility upon the individual, even the word muslim simply means one who *submits* to the will of god, jihad isn't about your enemies, it's about your own battle with your own laziness, strangely christianity too has morphed into this machine that simply uses jesus as their poster child, i sometimes wonder what's worse, laziness or fear, ultimately i think fear results from laziness itself, you have to gloss over these words, words are just vehicles, ...