The Hopes for Us are Blown in the Night

I think that when a person is reading somebody’s body of work there is a tendency to question where someone comes from.  I think it’s more important to know where the art comes from rather than the  person.  I am a firm believer in the premise that art is held alive by the feeling that the piece gives to other people.  Because there are so many different people each experience is going to be unique to the individual.  It is not arguable, it is not debatable.  Sadness is sadness, happiness is happiness, nostalgia is nostalgia.  Thats where these poems originated.  They are written using simple language to allow for each of our individual imaginations to be stimulated.  That’s important in literature.

There is a tendency within our generation (i’m 24, so the our pertains to those in that bracket) to be overly specific.  I’ll use music as an example.  If you look at the music that is starting to become widely popular you can see that.  The lyrics ramble on about specific events, times, places, feelings in the author of the lyrics experiences, often times too specific.  Many times the themes are depressing, sad, tragic.  The listener is left with this feeling and no other options, for example a way to find happiness.  I think when you propose a problem, leaving it out there to die isn’t helping anyone.

Our generation can have it all.  We are young, we are coming up, but we aren’t ready.  It’s becoming an increasing trend in all of us to look and blame everything and everyone around us for the nature of events in our lives.  The truth is, nobody looks inside themselves to figure out who they are.  I think that is what has been missing in generations over the years.  We can have it all if we could just figure ourselves out.

sal gugliotta–