Description: this one is first-draft experimental -- not quite stream of conscousness, but an attempt to write out those late-night feelings of pointlessness. it should probably be read with a glass of wine.
right now i need to believe in the impossible
i need to believe in the sun shining at midnight
in the person at the other end of the wire
in networks of artists and butchers
singers and desk jockeys
things that color the day and make it real
i need to believe there is some guiding reason
some truth about the way we live life
that makes all the silliness and pain
into something with noble meaning
so that we can look back and say
i did that or this
and it had an affect
it was remembered
by someone somewhere
I have my roommate's cheap watered-down vodka in the fridge... should I drink that & read your poem? hehehe. uhm. disregard that if you happen to know my parents. This poem has a certain existentialist despair (or is it anguish? In existentialism, one of them means coming to terms that there’s no god.. another one means something different..) to it; I feel like the line “i need to believe in the sun shining at midnight” is kind of vague and cliché. It reminds me of that Vanessa Williams song “Sometimes the snow goes down in June, sometimes the sun goes round the moon.” But the next part, sice it talks about more personally relevant things, and especially with the telephone reference, seems to be making a statement about modern technology, and its helplessness to assuage our isolated spirits. I loooove the line “that makes all the silliness and pain into something with noble meaning” That definitely rings true with me, and I wonder if it’s because of the utopia we’re constantly in contact with when we watch movies- the escapist qualities in those alternate realities that make us want the perfection in our own lives. Now I don’t know about your personal beliefs or anything, but… well in movies you’re SURE that there’s a god, there’s someone who’s planned it out and is controlling everything, and there’s always a point. Unless that movie is “Glitter”. But in life… not so much. OH WAIT Make sure to change this—it had an EFFECT, not an affect. Affect is the verb. Overall, a wonderful poem! GOOOOOD JOB!
Submission Name: BELIEVE
