Is poetry important right now?
Is it relevant?
Did the ’90s have it right?
Is God dead?
Why even bother?
How do I write or create and give proper representation to everyone…
Can it even be done?
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Look at the Sistine chapel
The creation of Adam
What if we all stopped and froze
What if there were no German poets?
Because they halted their breath after WWII?
You have to speak
You have to be brave enough
To look at yourself
Look at the world you walk through
And make notes
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And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself with; and he sat down among the ashes.
-Job 2:8
Job didn’t have a pastor, a minister, a doctor or a psychiatrist. He didn’t have anything, his family were dead, his livestock dead, his wife was unkind. She told him to curse God and die. in an effort to give him some relief. And ease his suffering.
But he said
“I can’t, I know too much, I’ve seen too much, I can’t go back…”
He scraped his boils with pottery…
To give some relief….
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Art,poetry,creating is important because it is what we live for…
It’s the colours of living. It’s life…
You’re unique, you stand out, you view the world separately and differently, there is only one you.
We’re not supposed to fit in.
Or be like anyone else…
That’s why history has those few remnants, those that create.
They look at the world and they make notes and they write what they see.
Fb, apps, algorithms?
If you’re waiting for it to be safe…
To discern truth for you?
You’ll die waiting…
These things are not the truth tellers…
That’s me and you…
It’s up to us to discern what is truth…
I’ll say it again…
All of this fake and false and upsetting and black clouds and thunderstorms and the future is dead and god is dead and we have to remake everything so it’s perfect and there is no hurt hearts or shocked eyes?
It’s not real.
Too much perfection is a mistake
It’s up to us to discern truth
What we see and what we read
We Create
We speak
We build a better tomorrow
Because we live through and in today
All the algorithms
Will always be just that
An algorithm
A process
A highway
For Information
But it’s up to us
To drive it
And discern the navigation
Like a library
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So yes
Poetry
Art
Life
Is always in the now
Right here
Right now
It’s so important
It’s you
It’s our hearts
It’s vital
To our existence
So go
Create
Live
Be bold
If you make mistakes
It’s ok
That’s just life
We grow
We live
But do not stand in fear …
We can’t go back
We’ve seen too much
We’ve lived through too much
And this art
This art is for everyone
There’s room for every heart.
-E
Regarding Samuel 