These poems stretch over two years of my life, during which I struggled to understand who I am and what my purpose in my life as it is now close to end. These poems are full of angst and sometimes utter despair and sometimes just blind absurdity, but they always led me somewhere, to a place new within my consciousness that I did not know existed. They are a conversation with myself, whomever that is. The characters are the residents of my imagination to which I turned because my rational empirically minded self could not give me the answers that I needed. I did not find myself, but neither in the end did I lose it. Between doubt, loss, and redoubled effort, there the self exists. No one can say s/he found it, but if one looks with care and willingness to face the ugliness and the beauty within in an honest and sincere fashion, one has found something new and sustaining. Maybe that’s the best we can do.
Grief throws one down into a pit that seems to have no exit. Emotions, violent emotions of loss, loneliness, and grief assault one. Sometimes one can only endure them and cry, no, sob. Sometimes one can laugh at them through ones tears. Thats what these poems are about: laugh, cry, endure, go on to the next day and the next attack of grief. The only hope is hope itselfraw, naked, confusing, terrifying, and ultimately supportive. Read, cry, laugh, cry, and go on living. So it is.
Grief throws one down into a pit that seems to have no exit. Emotionsviolent emotions of loss, loneliness, and griefassault one. Sometimes one can only endure them and cry, no, sob. Sometimes one can laugh at them through ones tears. Thats what these poems are about: laugh, cry, endure, go on to the next day and the next attack of grief. The only hope is hope itselfraw, naked, confusing, terrifying, and ultimately, supportive. Read, cry, laugh, cry, and go on living. So it is.
Grief throws one down into a pit that seems to have no exit. Emotions, violent emotions of loss, loneliness, and grief assault one. Sometimes one can only endure them and cry, no, sob. Sometimes one can laugh at them through ones tears. Thats what these poems are about: laugh, cry, endure, go on to the next day and the next attack of grief. The only hope is hope itselfraw, naked, confusing, terrifying, and ultimately supportive. Read, cry, laugh, cry, and go on living. So it is.
These poems stretch over two years of my life, during which I struggled to understand who I am and what my purpose in my life as it is now close to end. These poems are full of angst and sometimes utter despair and sometimes just blind absurdity, but they always led me somewhere, to a place new within my consciousness that I did not know existed. They are a conversation with myself, whomever that is. The characters are the residents of my imagination to which I turned because my rational empirically minded self could not give me the answers that I needed. I did not find myself, but neither in the end did I lose it. Between doubt, loss, and redoubled effort, there the self exists. No one can say s/he found it, but if one looks with care and willingness to face the ugliness and the beauty within in an honest and sincere fashion, one has found something new and sustaining. Maybe that’s the best we can do.
This is my third book of poems (the other two were Grief, Loneliness, and Redemption . . . sorta, and Modern Psalms: Poems for Those Who Mourn). These poems are about my struggle to find who I am after the death of my wife. They are the meanderings through the loss, of grief and sorrow that losing a loved one creates. Their lack of a straight path is the result of confusion, anger, and longing to find a new way to live. Did I find it? No, but the self is never complete. May these poems be of some small use to you in your loss, whatever it is.
Grief throws one down into a pit that seems to have no exit. Emotionsviolent emotions of loss, loneliness, and griefassault one. Sometimes one can only endure them and cry, no, sob. Sometimes one can laugh at them through ones tears. Thats what these poems are about: laugh, cry, endure, go on to the next day and the next attack of grief. The only hope is hope itselfraw, naked, confusing, terrifying, and ultimately, supportive. Read, cry, laugh, cry, and go on living. So it is.
The amusing pieces in "Bill Nye's Sparks" were penned by Edgar Wilson Nye, writing under the pen name Bill Nye. Renowned American humourist and journalist Bill Nye was well-known for his sharp mind and caustic viewpoint on a wide range of topics. Readers can anticipate several amusing observations and commentary on society, daily life, and human behavior in "Bill Nye's Sparks." To keep his audience entertained, Nye uses a unique comedic style that combines wordplay and satire. The pieces offer a light-hearted look at the peculiarities and eccentricities of late 19th-century American culture on a variety of subjects. Although the essays' exact subjects may differ, readers can always count on Nye's distinctive humour and his ability to make the mundane hilarious. The word "Sparks" in the title can imply that Nye's works are humorous or insightful sparks that cause others to laugh and think. All things considered, the book is a charming illustration of American humour from the 19th century and the caustic approach that made Bill Nye famous.
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