Poems in the meantime: Nihilism
Do you ever get obsessed with a word?
Poems in the meantime is what I whack online between the fatter, tangent-driven observation pieces in which I debate (with myself?) the highs and horrors of being alive in London. Think of Poems as a splotch of butter between thick-boy sourdough1. Something for the dentist’s waiting room lounge - dentist’s love pulling out gummy wads of bread. Finally, for absolutely no reason, I’ve stuck in one entirely unrelated photo I took during the week the poem was written. Onward!
Purpose
15th March, 2022
I relinquished nihilism for a week and
All I got was this boring ability
To find purpose in myself
And meaning in my surroundings
Some background on Purpose:
Aka I will now write more words here than there are in the actual poem.
The only way I can recall the greater meanings of words like ‘fascism’ is to become overtly obsessed with them over a period spanning approximately one week to six months, only after which do I then feel secure in my use of it. The word nihilism is a great example, so much so that I worked it into a poem concluding a period of feeling particularly redundant. It’s simple and probably a little cheesy, but cheese goes so well with a fresh loaf. It should be a dip.
Unnecessary and unrelated photograph, taken week of writing:
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gluten and dairy allergies/intolerances should endure the pain