I Am Heavy w/ Feeling: A Correspondence by Joshua Young & Alexis Pope
Blue is the warmest flavor in flavor country. Montana’s big sky is the best example of this, their highways a trucker’s paradise. Off to the side of the road there are flowers seeing the problems of the world indifferent towards them for they are flowers. For the one side of things there is the greener grass on the other side. Money does this makes people envious of the freedom money theoretically brings. There is no real freedom though there is love though the way it shakes people to their core.
Healing brings the core back and the crown obliviously. The gap between the two has been documented on Saturdays by laughing towers. Words try to capture the less than wholesome experience of the gap but expectations always run high, getting people hot. Upon the delivery of the world into a person’s perception they realize what all of it is: the signs off the road, the skeletons of cars that never made it, a road is a place where many reside and many give up.
Poets never give up. They can’t. Words never would allow them. Birds tweet to encourage young poets in the morning hours. Dependent on the time of night the words gain a whole other meaning. Such escalation is a must. Editing words so far late leads to all kinds of strange meaning, some intended, some not. Mostly the exports of poets consist of poems. Usually poems try to lightened the mood, to try and make people think, truly think about the world around them.
To workshop a poem is to give it life. People work together to critique each other on behalf of language. Unlike life, words are forever. Every word lasts many lifetimes. Unlike pictures, which can be manipulated, a word has clear intent. Classes for poetry seem quite antiquated in the age of internet. All relevant poetry resides online. Poetry keeps people nourished more than water ever could.
Social media is one of those extremely nourishing things. People form bonds with texts and even more suggestive texts, known as sexts. Emojis say everything people can’t. Emojis have such depth to them. A SELFIE says more about a person than anything else. Maybe some people still appreciate dialogue but how many more would appreciate a SELFIE, an intimate one for that special someone.
Boundaries take a lifetime to build up. Charted by cartographers the boundaries of a person ebb and flow dependent upon their moment in life. The duality of a person’s boundaries might be the same as the other. Sometimes that is a good thing the way two fit together. A drawing of Satan brings people together in that special way, lovelorn Satanists driving along the midwestern highways. Energy required to drive is non-renewable, but a four year old’s energy is. No adult can withstand the energy of a four year old. Flowers too cannot hide from children those children are going to pick off flower pedals with panache.
When life gives flowers children, flowers find cacti. Out in the New Mexican desert flowers bloom out in glorious streams of sunlight. Cacti never worry about memories of high school they know they will never be trapped in such a place. High schools emphasize the conformity, the how to find oneself merging with everybody else. The thing about conformity is that high school students probably need the exact opposite style of teaching to move them forward. Yet after high school people wax nostalgic about that precise moment of their lives, reliving everything and wondering what they might have done differently to have made it a gentler experience.
Growing into middle age means circling around to childhood once more. No rebellion the thing about middle age is to experience the comfortable. Without worrying about being cool there is a relief. Being cool takes so much energy. That energy is better spent building cool Lego structures, they have Lego cafes now and Frank Lloyd Wright’s “Falling Water”. Upon letting go of all the over-complications that come with unnecessary expenditures of effort, people can live carefree simple lives.
Missing people is part of being human it is the main part. Technology has made it easier yet harder. Sometimes people want to be with each other in person and the texts, while nice, are never quite the same thing. Living can be tricky in general no matter the geography. New York makes it impossible, Ohio makes it tolerable. Forging one’s way into adulthood means the trappings of it, the way a beard fills out a face, etc. The hardest thing of a life is how to remove that ache the badness of the world brings and how to balance it out with all the good that the world so often overlooks. Such a journey takes a lifetime.