Not a poem, but this is my attempt to voice the challenges this generation faces, to explain them and to show the way out. Would be honoured if you'd take a look Alan. Happy to send you a free copy.
It's a strange predicament. I think internet is largely a shelter of sorts from a public world that has been killed by immigration (invasion) and a dystopic corporate sterility in the design, maintenance, and overseeing of urban spaces.
I don't know where the poets of today and tomorrow will find physical refuge, but I'm inclined to think it might look more like camping trips than anything else.
Not a poem, but this is my attempt to voice the challenges this generation faces, to explain them and to show the way out. Would be honoured if you'd take a look Alan. Happy to send you a free copy.
https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Causes-Richard-Nichols-ebook/dp/B0893M6PQF/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=lost+causes+richard+nichols&qid=1618187048&sr=8-1
Glad to read this. It ain't poetry. It's trash. Call it out for what it is. The loathsome screeds of untalented hacks.
It's a strange predicament. I think internet is largely a shelter of sorts from a public world that has been killed by immigration (invasion) and a dystopic corporate sterility in the design, maintenance, and overseeing of urban spaces.
I don't know where the poets of today and tomorrow will find physical refuge, but I'm inclined to think it might look more like camping trips than anything else.