Poetic Love versus Commercial Love

Am I the last charming? This is a very hard question for me! I remember the times when love seemed more pure and diaphanous. A kid saw a woman, he liked her, she smiled shamefaced at him, giving him really hope. Desire was fed by hope, and time was the best cook for a charming love dish. All of it continued with serene ideas in the evening, while taking a look at the stars and making wishes, sweet love wishes! Days were passing, the boy cannot get his thoughts back on the track, charmed by his stunning princess. Another peek, a few days after, would keep the fire burning, until the child can’t take it anymore, and relocates to the next step: a romantic poem and roses, perhaps even chocolate candy. Lovely! I’m not going to overemphasize this, by placing a balcony in this act. However let’s confess, those were the good old days of love and poetry.

Today, everything appears so empty and worthless. The media is constantly revealing us increasingly more violence and sex, pushing love far from our lives, replacing it just with desire. Now ladies are increasingly more interested of the savings account and limousine the child drives, and most likely would take poetry and sweet as an offence or as unimportant; they would quite rather a costly perfume or locket. The kid, on the other hand, doesn’t have that shiver anymore in his voice, he’s a steady person that should not let loose his uncertainty. He’s driving his high-end automobile, spruced up after the most recent styles, perfumed and everything, with sunglasses to provide himself a superior mindset. He goes to her house, offers a horn then takes his partner to the most expensive places to impress her. And he most likely succeeds in the majority of the times. Extremely beautiful, some may say.

Well, I am extremely sorry, but I are among the fellows who won’t offer into this „ new era love”. I stick with the poetic love that used to be as soon as upon a time, the incurable charming. You might oppose me if you wish, everybody’s complimentary to have a viewpoint, however I continue to be the last mohican stuck to the idea that love and poetry come together as a true blessing, and shouldn’t be torn apart.

Anthonio Gerald

AnthonioGeraldHello there poetry lovers, my name is Anthonio Gerald. It’s –not my real name, for those with common sense it probably came immediately – it sounds too smooth. Anyways. I run this website, and it’s called The Poetry Forum.

I’ve created this website for few obvious reasons. First of which is – because I love poetry. I remember picking up guitar for the first time, trying to put a song together (of course once I learned the basic chords, EM, E, G, D, DM etc.) so once I learned that, I tried to put a verse and chorus together. And then I realized what an sophisticated, and interesting task it is, and how people often overlook that. How often people like Bob Dylan, or Don McClean, or even Iggy Pop (whom I don’t really like) how amazing their song writing, their essentially, poetry skill is. They are real, living, poetry geniuses.

Anyways, – then I started digging deeper. You know how it happens. First of all, – you find Arctic Monkeys, then you realize there were bands like The Libertines, then the older generation of Blur and Oasis, then it goes even deeper back in the history books, like The Stone Roses, The Smiths, The Jam, Clash, then you go even deeper like The Beatles, Stones and so on.

The same happened to me poetry wise. First of all I was struck by amazing lyrics capabilies of Alex Turner of the Arctic Monkeys – then there were Noel Gallagher, then I started digging deeper of who were the people who influenced them, – my new found heroes. For Alex it was John Cooper Clarke, – amazing punk poet, then I found Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, Walt Whitman and so on.

This blog is for those on the same journey!