I Just Don't Get It : Poems for Screechy Tolerance Testing

Jeremy Smith

ISBN 10: 1312830468 / ISBN 13: 9781312830462

Editore: Lulu.Com, 2021

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - When the poet acquires sufficient emotional grit to breach the blood/brain barrier, and just enough pages to warrant the use of a stapling machine, we are then encumbered by a deluge of dreary digests. This particular effort represents the poet's life work arranged chronologically, from his time as a student at London University, through California, till he settled down in Oregon. However, the focus is more on the poet's inner states -- everything from utter bleakness to insane joy -- the former no doubt accounting for the Vogon approval. Hopefully for those prone to fits you might find a little encouragement in the colourfull cover picture of chalkland weeds.

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• Titolo: I Just Don't Get It : Poems for Screechy Tolerance Testing
• Editore: Lulu.Com
• Data di pubblicazione: 2021
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1312830468
• ISBN 13: 9781312830462
• Rilegatura: Taschenbuch
• Disegnatore: Bert, Uncle
• Condizione: Neu
• Dimensioni: 216 L x 140 A x 4 P (millimetri) 216 millimetri di larghezza per 140 millimetri di altezza per 4 millimetri di profondità
• Peso: 99 grammi

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Riassunto

When the poet acquires sufficient emotional grit to breach the blood/brain barrier, and just enough pages to warrant the use of a stapling machine, we are then encumbered by a deluge of dreary digests. This particular effort represents the poet's life work arranged chronologically, from his time as a student at London University, through California, till he settled down in Oregon. However, the focus is more on the poet's inner states -- everything from utter bleakness to insane joy -- the former no doubt accounting for the Vogon approval. Hopefully for those prone to fits you might find a little encouragement in the colourfull cover picture of chalkland weeds.

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As I was pulling this collection together, I realised that a poem is a method of conveying a feeling, (amongst numerous other things), but not of rationality, or logic. Or perhaps it's an additional way of expressing oneself. It's one thing to say "two plus two equals five for large values of two" (calm body, active mind), but something else to say, "I'm still mad as hell, but I'm going to let it slide". A whole lot of chemistry going on, (aroused body, sidelined mind). And then there's no time -- the expressed 'feeling' is conveyed -- it matters little who wrote it, or when. Similar to having an evocative smell bring back a memory -- it's immediate and timeless.