THE FOREST OF SUBJECTIVITY

Taste should never be a criterion for excellence. High quality should be observed with a selfless and completely unbiased objective attitude. Many literary scholars and musicologist have, for the convenience of organization, omitted an immense amount of pertinent metaphysics, especially in the twentieth century. The glorification of the past instead of an openness for the future is the mode of the day. Many artists have suffered with this superfluous blockade inducing negative results for the entire metaphysical landscape. Open-mindedness and a true omission of an opinionative approach and the examination of the tools the artist has utilized, brings light firstly to the quality of work at hand. How often have I experienced an overall dismissal of good jazz compositions by the elite in the world of music. In this verse a wayward poet perseveres through his own personal belief in his abilities.

Delving through an abysmal and tragic search for recognition
the poet bewilders a conference of arid pretentiousness.
His images dance through a presumptuous masquerade
perturbing with relevance the preposterous additions.
The artist will recrudesce into his solace and pervades
in his effervescent, transcendent and fervent retreat.
Pegasus materializes in a luminescent parade
ushering in a new epoch of her ancient but innovative traditions.
With the deposing of an arrogant and egocentric elite
her forces of freedom will win in contagiousness
instantly consummating our tragic contritions.
Thereafter a zephyr whistles through an eccentric blockade
emancipating visionary dialects of interplay.
In concurrence with the muses a sudden apparition
effectuates the poet’s lively feathered pen as it destroys deceit
with its resplendent movement and gorgeous sumptuousness.
Inventing a new choice of images he actuates his verses, complete
in his artistic implications, asserting a yearning display
of receptivity and acknowledgment sanctifying a gratuitous benediction.
Whimpering complaints will be ignored in fathomless defeat
unaware of the virtues presented through the message conveyed.
Evolving resurgent surrogates we then aggregate, with ascending emotion,
the devotional humility of our courageousness.
The silent revival in the abode of the archangels brings us to repeat
the canticles of token fables ensuing resonance and motion.
The eloquence of our expressiveness arouses the slumbering oceans
of wailing souls to reconcile with lenience and humble prestigiousness.
Circumscribing the wooing masses we refocus our deeper intentions
of acknowledgment and then seal their benefits with unequivocal transfixions.