Sunday, November 17, 2013

No Mystic Love Songs

Istanbul, Hagia Sophia. Picture by AF, in August 2009.

I have been writing, or maybe I should rather say preparing and beginning to write my "new poems", for quite a few years. In this day and age of digital streaming, people have been losing their sense of time. Whatever I have done in the name of art, it has usually taken years, if not decades. For Christ's sake, both Tennyson and Goethe needed 60 years to complete their masterpieces, namely Idylls of The King and Faust (1-2). The poets began these works in their twenties, and were literally over 80 years old when drawing the finishing lines.

I am not comparing myself to them, or anyone for that matter, but I have never seen anything bad in it, if someone wants to compare himself / herself with the great masters. For why not? They were human beings like us. It reminds me of one Freud-looking psychiatrist here in Finland (who could not speak Finnish very well, so there was a little Freudian accent in that sense, too), who told me long ago that "if you can't sell them, it's a waste of time, vanity". He was talking about my poems. I was ready for having a conversation, and needed some advice, but this kind of nonsense crossed the line. Who examines the doctors etc. And I think it is quite sad, because we all need help....

Speaking of Sigmund, one of the new poems will be called May / Letter & Poems, how original and imaginative. Alright now, it will be about a young man who can't get a hard on. And he loses many relationships because of this "little weakness". The poor fellow is a poet, and because he romanticizes the hopeless situation, he doesn't have to kill himself or go out and shoot all the others. It is poetry that saves him, The Divine Spirit of Poetry. Enough of that Freudian bullshit. Then there is this other poem called No Mystic Love Songs, and in it Muslims and Christians are having a cup of coffee together, thinking their way through the wor(l)dly affairs of love and hate. Of course, there will be a little bit of that old Sufi mysticism, too. A black man wandering in Estonia and Finland, paying homage to Omar Volmer and Jaan Kaplinski. One of the main themes is how everything is often so all-too-human. But nothing or no one will take away the good spirit that sent you in the beginning, to wander "among the shadows of earth".