Defiant Hopelessness

Theoretical philosophy poems, such as the verses you are about to read, irreverently surpass other means of cognitive inquiry, through their sworn allegiance unto nothing and no one else, but their fountainhead.

Iconoclastic, crude, unfaithful, are only glimpses into its free mind.

Each poem in this long-due first volume of poetry, is an intricate, peculiar choreography of thoughts, a ballet of words, on a canvas painted by musical touches and an introvert pessimism.

I do not know what my life, my cognitive and creative patterns would have been if at all, without Asperger’s Syndrome, or all the other neurodevelopmental disorders, dyslexia, dyspraxia, dyscalculia, and God knows what else.

What I do know, is that I welcome every poem, as ushered into my own existence by delicate, ethereally unseen hands, nurturing and raising them to their fullness, accompanying them onto pages of old-fashioned paper, by old fashion ink calligraphy and fountain pens.