Tribute to the poet of the dead society.

20-01-2022

Milton Lima 

I looked around the time to see who was there. I found an ordinary day, the 20th of January. As if poetry itself begins on its day. So I am going to talk about these dead poets. Where should I start from? Perhaps inspiration would be wine. Then, from whom does it come and to whom does it go, that which comes to me? Only time itself will tell. I remain a confidant a witness, and also a poet. 

Because Erasmus himself, when he wrote about madness perhaps he was praising all the dead poets? Because it is a worldly madness, to understand what we do not feel or only see? What can we feel in verse or on the edge of having eyes contemplating a poem? The living praise and the dead feel the applause of the true heirs of their poems.

Tribute to the poet of the dead society.

Fictional writing

 Fictional writing 

10-01-2022

I hope with all my heart. That the blood pulses in the vein. So, here we are again, and of course, following the logic that, the world is a good place to live, again, when we forget the statistics. 

Fictional writing learns to invent: things and more things. It seems that everything, in the purest truth, is everything, a big lie. There are still in this tale those who live dreaming of hope. Again these dreams of a world are common to all their ideals. 

In the tale of the lost tales, the city is made of bread. It seems that the circus was forbidden even before time turned, what they now call, again and again, a normal world. 

To continue here in fiction we don't need much, after all, ours has turned unreal, digital, and last but not least, a world of fictional writing. 

I am a poet and I write short stories, imagine if it were true that I of truth were a lie.

By,

Milton Lima