Seasons Bleedings

Periodically appear here updates on the doings of my daughter, the well-known deviant, the award-winning deviant, the award-winning deviant poet. This is one of those.

She has written another poem, “Elegy Of A Lost Season,” published again to the deviant people, again winning a deviant award. And this one is devastating. As I told her, it’s a makes-you-want-to-shoot-heroin-in-both-arms poem. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Because, too often, it’s a makes-you-want-to-shoot-heroin-in-both-arms world. Which is why there are poppies in it.

On this Good Friday, it is well to remember that Jesus of Nazareth was not the only human being possessed of divine spark who suffered. Lots of other folks suffer, too. Though nobody writes holy books about them, casts them as idols. They just suffer. Boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.


2 Responses to “Seasons Bleedings”

  1. 1 Julia Rain (the daughter) April 24, 2011 at 3:03 pm

    Thank you for sharing my poem, even though it’s devastating. Too bad Jesus didn’t succeed in curing all of the suffering in the world. He tried – and I’m sure he wanted to – God or no, he seems like a pretty good guy.

    Guess it’s up to the mortals, now.

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