Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem looks at one of the biggest dilemmas of the modern world: how much can we care without getting depressed. With the global media transmitting the world’s problems 24/7; and bad news generally considered more interesting to the public according to journalistic news values; it can be depressing watching a lot of news.
This is especially true if there’s little that can be done to alleviate situations beyond our control, or if we don’t have enough money to make a difference.
The poem draws on some of Marc’s personal experiences and thoughts, but mixes them with irony and fantasy. The poem is not telling you to care or not to care; to give to charity or focus on making money; it’s just a personal poem trying to give two sides of an issue with a connection, in line with the Folding Mirror poetry form.
Lost in Care, Ignore the Repair
I was so crazy
and what made
it even madder
was that it wasn’t
or personal things
it was just about our world
life that’s existed since before me
life born while I walked the Earth
life that will emerge when I’m gone
but there was no time for it, I had to wake up to survive
money is the energy fuelling the world
money makes one country richer than another
money was traded before my time
is neglecting duty a selfish act
hidden in delusion
telling myself I’m special
beyond insane world
when I’m just
mind I really know.
Last week was one of positives and negatives in the creation of the 242 Folding Mirror Poems and Reflections book, with a new poem created, but another duplicate found. That left one more poem to create to reach 121 Folding Mirror poems. The good news is that it was written today. This is the poem written last week.
It was written after an article reported that the striatum part of the brain is connected with desires for love and drugs, as proposed by an old Roxy Music song.
Blue Skies, Delta Blues
SWEET MORNING GLORY
SUN IS SHINING
BIRDS IN THE AIR
SKY IS INVITING
WHAT GOES UP…
Try not to stray from the Striatum
must come down…
in a hole
thunder is over there
clouds of despair
dealt the blues