The reason why everything...
and what you could do about it
The reason why!
Let’s keep this bit short. To the best of my knowledge, it all started with a big bang. Though, at the time of writing this, there are a growing number of doubters on this. Subsequently, it got hot and busy for a while. About 4bn years ago, a biggish lump of rock got very moist and infected. This lead to all kinds of mishaps and possibly shenanigans, resulting in some primates getting ideas above their station. Next thing you know, these great apes have invented an interweb and here we are in 2025!
A possible solution.
You know that existential crisis you are having? You could use it to inspire your poetry.
“But Hazel!” I hear you cry, “I can’t write poetry. I don’t know how to!”
That’s okay. Writing poetry is simple. If you know what you want to say, write it down using your own words. It doesn’t have to rhyme. It doesn’t have to be written in any particular style. It doesn’t even have to make sense. When you have said everything you wanted to say, stop writing. You have just written a poem. It’s a poem if you say it’s a poem. You are the writer, you should know.
If you don’t know what to say, write a word down. Any word. Then another. Then another. Keep writing words until you don’t want to write any more. There you go, you have written a poem. If it makes sense, it’s a bonus.
I’m going to write a poem right now, no editing after the fact.
If you can breathe and sing a song
The sound will break a million glasses
Pitched to perfection
Acid in the house of reflection
Blasting our way through the cosmos
With just enough time to bite a chunk
From the great galactic rocky road.
Tada! A poem, made up with words that popped into my mind as I wrote. There is a long explanation of quick internal edits and ideas as they sleeted past my tiny window in the vast expanses of my mental storage system. But it really wouldn’t make good reading.
But why?
My substack will be a place where I sift through the poems, ideas, thoughts, and photos, dredged up from the sludge, the guts, and the mud in my mind, so you don’t have to.
I do hope you enjoyed this little thing. There will be other things presently.
Pax et lux.