All posts tagged: Poetry


Nature’s Benevolence…

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature (1836) Ch. 1, Nature. Tell that to the man facing a hungry lion empty-handed, or caught out at sea in the middle of a typhoon… convince him of nature’s benevolence… EJ Liederstein [Follow-up note to the above rejoinder] Do not mistake what I’m saying. I’m not the doom and gloom pessimist my words might lead you to believe I am; nor am I the one who sees the sable lining in every cloud. What I’m saying is, if you insist on clothing nature within your anthropomorphic fantasies, then I will vehemently disagree with you. Nature never wears a mean appearance – because she has no ‘appearance’ to wear. She is neither draped in the latest fashions, nor is she at all concerned with how you or anyone else perceive her. She is not, strictly speaking, even a ‘she’. …


Vessels of Admiration

  Would you have poetry in your life? Then you must become such an object of wonder, 
that a poet would search the world over for the perfect phrase in which to capture your essence. Would you have beauty in your life? Then you must learn to recognize the beauty that surrounds you.
You must begin to expand your definition of what beauty is, that you may see it more readily. Would you have love in your life? Then you must do everything in your power to become lovely,
 so that others may see what is already manifest within you. Love, and beauty and poetry are not something for which you must search. They’re all around you.
 You are the only obstacle to what you desire. You are what is keeping them at a distance. It’s the first lesson the poet or the lover learns; that the quality he’s seeking resides within the beloved. From there he goes on to discover those same attributes inside many vessels of admiration. Until, at last, he learns that these powers reside in …


A Terrible Good…

The following is a poem I wrote some time ago, in the style of a Cento; which is a form composed entirely of quotes from other authors. A conglomeration, if you will; a grouping together of lines that moved me in their own individual manners – such that I simply had to put them in touch with each other. Do not look for meter, or any of the more conventional techniques normally associated with poetry. You’ll not find them here. The only criteria for inclusion was intent and emotional meaning. Rhythm and rhyme were not consulted, nor was metaphorical simultaneity. I had something I needed to get off my chest, and only these lines would do.

What If…

The world seems full of people who spend their entire life looking for answers to life’s questions. Some of them (though entirely too few) are quite good at finding answers. Because to them, it’s the answer that’s important. Not who gets there first. Not which flag is flying over the ship which first sails into uncharted waters. Not which corporation funded the exploration of that far off, undiscovered country. It’s about the solutions, to the problems which arise as a natural part of humanity’s innate curiosity. As one rather outstanding writer once put it, there is no such thing as an uninteresting subject – there are only uninterested people.



Literature and poems, and music, and indeed all the arts, are best served when used as windows – into other souls and other realms, into other minds and other cultures – into universes not of your design. But what’s most important is that you not seek your own reflection. You must look through them… away from yourself, and towards that mysterious other. For what can even the most glorious music say to you, if all you can hear is your own voice? EJ Liederstein