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“Under the Influence of Nothingness” does a deep dive into the human psyche and expounds on depression, loneliness, and heart beats of the human condition . Dan Provost writes about what it is to love, to grieve ( ” We walk into a grieving process from the womb“) to hate racism and to love music. Are we not all living out our own Journey to the End of the Night?
Then nothing
A silence of dawn
passes through the window
The ultimate equalizer
of end
Just quiet
Just failing
Just nothing but empty space
(I) begin my Journey into darkness.
These are lines pulled from several poems, as the circular message Dan Provost is asking the reader is to accept our failings of being human, our loneliness, depression is universal as we travel our own inner Journey. It all comes down to what 90’s grunge rockers were trying to convey; Alice in Chains had it 100% correct, we are all just A Man in a Box, we all try to fill our days with glossing over the edges with pretty pictures, or Provost says in the fables he pens on a page.
Watching a dog being fed scraps
From a homeless man
Hating the human condition
Trying to tell some truth to anyone who would listen
In a hundred years, Provost’s words will be testament to this generation, for he spares no punches in ideology, and rhetoric. They are the truth that our country has evolved into a second rate third world country. He is speaking his truth, when censorship is happening daily by online flagships, and elected officials who fear nothing but the public knowing how horrible our condition really has become. What we believed in our twenties was if we went to college, and worked really hard our lives would be better than our parents . In our 50’s the truth is we are more in debt, credit poor, and making less with the cost of living than our parents were starting out in their twenties. Provost sees all of his life through a microscope, not rose colored glasses: Only me and the survival of one… The one that tried to matter but failed..
Failed in the extraordinary light
Provost is the light; in the keyboard of Ray Charles, the angst filled scream of Chris Cornell in a Jesus Christ Pose, and the needle in Lou Reeds arm at the end of his life. He is fire , strength and emotion of every man sitting on a bar stool at 5 pm, wishing the world would go away and not knowing the route to get there. He is the notebook we have filled with words, which has never been read full of intentions and promise.
These books written in a dumpster fire of a year are genius, and profound, and my fave poetry books of the last decade. Thank you Dan Provost for these books that are a wakeup call for humanity.
In Time.. Everything ends.
Then nothing
A silence of dawn
passes through the window
The ultimate equalizer
of end
Just quiet
Just failing
Just nothing but empty space
(I) begin my Journey into darkness.
These are lines pulled from several poems, as the circular message Dan Provost is asking the reader is to accept our failings of being human, our loneliness, depression is universal as we travel our own inner Journey. It all comes down to what 90’s grunge rockers were trying to convey; Alice in Chains had it 100% correct, we are all just A Man in a Box, we all try to fill our days with glossing over the edges with pretty pictures, or Provost says in the fables he pens on a page.
Watching a dog being fed scraps
From a homeless man
Hating the human condition
Trying to tell some truth to anyone who would listen
In a hundred years, Provost’s words will be testament to this generation, for he spares no punches in ideology, and rhetoric. They are the truth that our country has evolved into a second rate third world country. He is speaking his truth, when censorship is happening daily by online flagships, and elected officials who fear nothing but the public knowing how horrible our condition really has become. What we believed in our twenties was if we went to college, and worked really hard our lives would be better than our parents . In our 50’s the truth is we are more in debt, credit poor, and making less with the cost of living than our parents were starting out in their twenties. Provost sees all of his life through a microscope, not rose colored glasses: Only me and the survival of one… The one that tried to matter but failed..
Failed in the extraordinary light
Provost is the light; in the keyboard of Ray Charles, the angst filled scream of Chris Cornell in a Jesus Christ Pose, and the needle in Lou Reeds arm at the end of his life. He is fire , strength and emotion of every man sitting on a bar stool at 5 pm, wishing the world would go away and not knowing the route to get there. He is the notebook we have filled with words, which has never been read full of intentions and promise.
These books written in a dumpster fire of a year are genius, and profound, and my fave poetry books of the last decade. Thank you Dan Provost for these books that are a wakeup call for humanity.
In Time.. Everything ends.
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