Eun Ji, the pen that must lift from the heart
Is the poet tired of the sensation of addiction
So we commit suicide to art, knowing it will set us free
Like adolescent love, that must one day too must pass
And the tragedy that became our comfort zone
We sublimated it into something else
Obsession for the ritual that represented
Our salvation from loneliness, though
It made us immortalize the lonely ache
O’ Eun Ji, it was me who watched thee on
The stage, I watched a thousand Korean dramas
Just to get a hint of who you might be
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
Nor found a literary mistress in the poetic snow
Seattle being too distant a dream to me
But roses are forever sometimes, like poems
That burn not with false compare, but mimic
In the twilight, the cheeks that we ours
Who swore in loneliness, that they found comradeship
And yet still, by heaven, I think you are as rare
As any poet I hoped to know, hoped to read
And if I ever had a love of the pen, or a muse
Or wished the music of the soul, of pain
Or whatever note the throat could soar
And swear that art was something more real.
I read her last post and then read your, Wuji. Powerful, left me watery eyed… I was just thinking about you earlier today, my friend and hoping all is well with you.
Thanks Syl, I have become an industrial poet with my LinkedIn pulse: Come and check me out sometime: https://www.linkedin.com/today/author/128237013
I started following you there. I need to get back to being active at Linkedin..
Would be nice to see you around.
Just got to organize my blogging time and I’m there…thank you, my friend.
How much do you get to blog?
Lately it’s been wordpress and twitter. I have to fit LinkedIn back into the rotation.
Ah I see, I like Twitter too but mostly for work.
It is a good way to meet fellow artist, especially independent artists.
I think I’m too self involved as a writer and artist to truly be able to network properly….
And that’s fine, sometimes we connect with fellow writers and artists without even networking…and it’s okay to indulge ourselves in our art.
As poets Syl, you know we’ve all quit many times. I’ve lived quite poor in a way, due to my obsession with art. It’s a lifechoice that seems good in your 20s, sometimes not so much in your 30s. I suspect its even worse for a woman. But for her I think it’s the right choice at this time….
Her story is amazing, poignant and inspiring, all in one.
Yes it’s interesting, she’s a good kid.
Thank you for sharing the link.