You recoil from the reality of the latest Human savagery against a helpless, defenseless Human. You hold your head in your hands. How is it possible? How could Human Beings be so cruel, so savage, so callous to other living things? It is hard to get your head around.
You stumble across
Patti Smith's remembrance of Tom Verlaine, and you wonder and marvel at the beauty and poetry of Human Beings. The care, the soul, the heartfelt memories. You want to live in this world, surrounded by the poetry in all things.
It's that kind of Life. The savagery vs. the poetry, always competing & contending.
"... a golden filament in the vibrant violet light." - Patti Smith
