There are love poems everywhere. You’ll notice them in the eyes of young couples (who don’t notice anything but each other’s eyes) but also in the knowing glances of older couples (who know each other better than I know anything). They are visible in parents everywhere, and in those friends who always seem to be there, wherever you are. They can be found in heartbreak and loneliness, and in perseverance through pain.
Human life can be brutally hard, this is undeniable. To an outside observer (merely breathing but not quite alive) it can seem a terrible burden. We all know the pain is real, but is it the point? I say no. I say it is the anagogic understanding that touches the truth, and for that we have to dive deep. We have to live fully and find the poetry.
I suppose I have a lot of thoughts about art and aesthetic, style and theory, and someday I’ll probably express them. For now it seems enough to say that I am a real person. You can find me on social media and you can find me walking city streets in spring, observing the flowers and love poems.
This book is a collection of such poems. They exist because (contrary to the shouting of the unalive) pain and cruelty and death and war can not undo and will never silence love. Life is shockingly beautiful, and bursting with meaning. Don’t watch it go by with disinterest and sorrow. There are love poems everywhere. Revel.
