Getting ready to vote tomorrow, grabbing a
detective novel to while away the time when
in line, began reading tonight and had to put
it aside in disgust, given the long, winding, un-
necessary descriptions and irrelevant detail -
The boring repetition of the cynical author's
viewpoint of life in every character's personal
history with its hackneyed experiences without
love, every character being just a reflection of
the author's personal perspective of everything
Thank heaven, nobody can make me read this,
never again to be forced under the leash of the
prescribed book for a language or literature course,
if a story is not told in the uncluttered style of an
allegory or proverb, if there is no special character
I can identify with, if the cast in the play have no
ideals, no shiny nobility enticing them into creating
a world of wonder; I won't get on the ride - if I can't
collect the choice silver and gold, purified in fire, of
insight how to create a personal world of delight -
The book is a waste, I would rather watch mindless
TV advertisements with their instant magic than suffer
the black perspective of a weary, self-important author…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, sometimes we can't judge a book by its cover, there are many that have searched in vain for silver and gold only to find irrelevant details