Some of the things we do have little consequence save for ourselves and our immediate family. When I began writing on this blog, a few sporadic poems formed part of that attempt to chronicle family life with Segev. Though not much of a chronicle since the majority of the posts were subsumed by my commentary on this claustrophobic life, leaving less room for the few simple moments as the catastrophic struggles of my youngest son readily stood out.
Perhaps as a counterpoint the fewer words of poetry made sense. A spontaneous search for balance within the vociferous conjugal of altered life, the diatribe that burns within which seeks to preserve that which is without.
Volume two of "Little Job's book of broken poems", has seen the light of day, nearly one year after the special edition of volume one, and is quite different in tone, if not subject matter.
In the book I no longer include annotations, hoping that the words can carry themselves. These 'songs' are directly connected to their subject matter, real children experiencing life events, sometimes with catastrophic consequences, though most try to take stock of this different human condition, without pondering even one question.
The last poem, 'Sail', is a bit of an outsider; it does not relay an experience nor anything that I know or have learned or achieved, but rather a note about everything I hope to learn.
The foreword to volume two was graciously provided by the French author and journalist Geneviéve Jurgensen.