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 GeneviƩve Jurgensen.
Eric
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