A certain understanding of beings, our lives, our tribulations, some futility?
I like, to understand even a little of a poem is important for me. Express his vision, his feelings, not only by words juxtaposed, which we wonder what is the global meaning, the subject...less relevant for non-poets.
My favorite part:
Everybody tells the truth to you
Just in their own way
No one’s “truth” will be exactly the same…
Should be soundtrack for a Dylan movie . . .
Absolute beaut
What I’d like to know is if Judson wrote this poem before or after the photo was taken; because he sure looks hammered. 😎
Ha. I wrote the poem years after the photo, in Brasil!
My guess is the aura caught in the photo may have eventually led to the feelings in the poem.
I Love your work
It makes my heart sing
Do you write everyday all day long
Or just when your spirit comes to bring?
I know it can’t be true
But in my mind I can see you
Playing with your lighter
And bangin’ it out
On an Underwood typewriter
So beautiful...
Birth of a Political Junkie
Jane and I watched Psycho, soap operas,
Oblivious Trade buildings crumbling,
Falling. We then went to
One of her favorite spots, a biker bar
I’m no music major but the universe strings reach me to tug me with words that sing I believe a hopeful tune.
A certain understanding of beings, our lives, our tribulations, some futility?
I like, to understand even a little of a poem is important for me. Express his vision, his feelings, not only by words juxtaposed, which we wonder what is the global meaning, the subject...less relevant for non-poets.