And at the end the young chap
turned himself into a poet
deciding to get out of the vessel
where he boarded when he set sail
to breathe new life into his old one
setting out on the revival of his old memories
while the creaking hull was approaching
the southern seas
no more double talks no more false
handclasps no more mendacious smiles
no more stupid innuendos
from a world which wanted him to play
a role for luvvies
water only…only water…
ocean’s water is surrounding his body
and the bite of a shark passing by him
seems to be sweeter than the rushed and careless
opinions of the people.
(Inspired by Jack London’s novel Martin Eden a book of extraordinary sensitiveness, witty and poignant at the end above all. The sense of disenchantment of a young writer and poet for a bourgeois world firstly desired and then repulsed by the main character it made me grow the interest to make up a poem on this incredible novel.)
