2 Minds Speaking
Sad so Sad
Truth is not something you can appropriate easily and quickly. You certainly cannot sleep or dream yourself to the truth. No, you must be tried, do battle, and suffer if you are to acquire the truth for yourself. It is a sheer illusion to think that in relation to the truth there is an abridgement, a short cut that dispenses with the necessity for struggling for it.
Sad so sad. The book of poems is about empathy. I am more interested in how it was done. Most of the lines came to me automatically. There was no stopping and planning and proper construction of the lines but I rather stayed with the flow of things. As a whole the poem has worked out its own structure. Being a painter (Slade School of Fine Art, University College London) I let the sentences to remain in their natural state. They appeared as pop-ups and I did not want my thinking mind to create doubt in me in the way the sentences were constructed and hence forcing me to change them. The poem has a flavour of psychological thinking and anxiety. I found it fascinating to write it as if it was internal self-talk rather than the spoken word. Their Integrity was maintained in form. They came into being with a sound of its own, that was not modified. The emphasis was to provoke images as in psychological thinking. They are mostly targeted short phrases which triggered emotion. In this case it is about empathy as an emotional response.