What May Brings

It brings The National, my favorite band at present, and their new full-length album named “High Violet”. Check out this song – from the upcoming release – that they performed on Jimmy Fallon Live a month or so ago:

The National embody a sense of class and nostalgia that I identify with….probably more so than any other band I’ve the privilege of listening to. That, and the vocalist Beringer has a knack for truly poetic lyrics (something I think is a bit lacking in many artists). Anyways, hopefully ya’ll enjoy this song now. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to it

Change

So, I’ve decided that I am going to change the agenda of this blog. At least, I’m going to try it out and see what comes of it. Anyways, the focus of Olly-olly-oxen-free, from this point on, will be for “scholarly work” (whatever that means), instead of creative. Thusly, you’ll be seeing more poems of other, far more prestigious and talented poets, and hopefully I’ll be able to dissect the poems in a way that is comprehensible and entertaining. This will be great practice for school, and maybe even better practice for my own poems. Anyways, you might or might not be seeing some of my own writing on here – that decision is not final. But, you’ll certainly be seeing more critiques. Look for C.K. William’s poem “Loss” as my first critique within the week.

‘Til then, drink water and be kind – Zach

Deep Archaic

Like allergies, an unknown pollen floating unseen.
Despair, an undefined (and unwarranted) abyssmal feeling
of undeserved disparity. It worries me so greatly
because I don’t know why – makes it feel deep archaic.
Undefined, it must be beyond nomenclature,
beyond that age-old escapism of cataloguing.

I used to believe that. Now I just think I don’t believe.
Either way I’ve slept soundly.
But I’ve come to control these esoterics
by two activities: writing and God.
One lends itself to subjective self-explanation (this).
The other doesn’t deserve that kind of logic