
Dissected Threads
Tread One :

“At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy shell…” “At a young age, he was forced to prevail through hell, throwing pennies into the wishing well, hoping the wishes would heal the scars on his fleshy…

Introduction I am joseph le artist, an artist unravelling the depths of human existence, yet I find myself haunted by a poem that paints the streets in blood and despair. The “roadmen” it describes—lost youths shaped by violence and fatherless homes—are more than figures in an urban tragedy. They are a mirror to a world…

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief…

The poet’s words—“The weight of God’s glory / leaves me hunchbacked, like Notre-Dame. / Still, I am capable of withstanding / and bearing the glorious pain / from the colossal weight in my mind”—strike at the heart of a profound philosophical tension: the encounter between the finite human self and the infinite divine. This brief…

The poem “Flannel and Cherubim Fabrics” resonates deeply with me, weaving a philosophical reflection on my struggle to define my authentic self against the soft, suffocating threads of cultural expectation. I feel culture stitching my soul with “soft and fuzzy fabrics” of flannel—warm, feminine, cozy—yet these threads leave my heart anxious, my true essence buried…