01:00 am
if right now
I were to tell
of a thing that I’d do
for the rest life on
you know I’d say this
—
this is… magic
poetry is magic
and in this
I feel like only in this
am I ever true
and good
—
good
it is a strange word
one does not hear words
this simple
a lot now
—
good
it is so honest.
in its mediocrity
it leaves room for nothing else
—
right now
I think that poetry is good.
02/07/2022
There goes... I know some bits of poetry, and I know this is not it. Simple poems, stumbling poems, repetitive, childish (the very modern poetry that revolts me), ugly in their mediocrity, like countless faceless folks - don't care, will not let myself this time. Thought I would not reveal these, so I tried to write for nothing, and managed to write for little. I like these, perhaps much more than my fancy poems. My exams had been from 18th June to 4th July, so that's that.
Nights are pretty. I like them more than the moon.