There is an abundance of love poetry for the simple reason that its emotional upwelling is so strong. Love emotions feel wonderfully good and cannot be contained. All artists strive to capture the essence of love. In contrast is the turmoil of divorce and all the accompanying emotions of betrayal and loss. All poets are a tuning fork for the expression of these feelings. If one lives, one is emotional. Death is the one that is emotionless. Continue reading
I like connecting here, but true human connection is hard to replicate in the virtual world. It is like the act of writing where we are alone but choose to create a setting for others to join us vicariously in thought and emotion. I can enjoy fishing by reading about another’s experience of it, but I am not fishing. Fishing is an actual thing, more than anyone could ever put into words. We are learning how to trick the brain and create body responses virtually, and even though it approaches an echo of realism, it lacks the essential quality that life infuses into to flesh. Someday, maybe we will be able to walk into each other’s living space and interact via a plasma suit or body screen, but for now we travel via the soul of our words.
As a result, I will often disappear from WordPress, Facebook and other virtual connections for long stints. So until next time—
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
Shaw shank Redemption, one of the greatest movies ever. There is nothing like the scene where he spins the disc on the warden’s phono and the music soars like the prisoner’s souls.