Feeling Under the Weather
What a fucking stupid way of describing feeling like shit.
I had a cold and it just hung on – many people I know have had similar bugs and have not moaned about them.
It was my turn which has fucked me off greatly
Fuck Fuck Fuck
I am a busy Joe but I could not face going out so I travelled into my interior which is not to be recommended.
I caught up with the movie Love and Death which I have always loved as I adore Russian Literature – actually I correct that statement as I adore literature and am lucky enough to be a decent poet.
Some movies make me laugh and this movie hits the spot along with Annie Hall.
Away from these and other movies I very rarely find a book that really excites me these days
Obviously there is a great deal of good fiction out there but I do find that a lot of it is repetitive and many poets I feel exist within their comfort zones which I find sad.
If I found myself doing this I would stop writing poetry on the spot.
It is your journey as much as mine
That is why I self publish.
My main aim to teach people to think and see and if my work does this then I am satisfied.
I do not chase recognition or to use the word very loosely fame.
That just bores me.
My talent if you can call it a talent is God’s gift to me and I can feel it each time I write .
A friend of mine one said to me that if I had not been a poet then I would have been an artist.
Somebody else noted that I write in vacuums as my poetry is very dreamlike.
Other people’s opinions.
These still humour me
This afternoon I might walk into the sea
It is very stormy at present
Joe