Djinni Hunter, by T. Kozumplik
I am afraid my only knowledge of rhymes would be limited to “twinkle twinkle little star“.. which, by the way, I’m not even sure it could be called so. Truth is I have never allowed myself to enjoy some poetry… a busy life, always on the move plus, there aren’t exactly many poetry books on the shelves!
As a matter of fact Newsweek declared poetry’s death in 2003 with the very controversial article “Poetry is Dead. Does Anybody Really Care?“. I am mostly sure I help killing it, as I can’t remember the last time I cracked open a book of poems.
I found poetry intimidating for one reason: if well written, it forces you to listen, think and feel the world around you. You can’t tweet while reading poetry. You can’t watch tv while reading poetry. You have to be fully aware, your senses fully open. It’s you and the sweet, melodic sound of words. One after another.
When Thomas Kozumplik asked me to read his book Djinni Hunter I was about to decline. I didn’t feel qualified to review poems, but when I read some of his verses I couldn’t help to like them. And that’s all it matters.
Someone said it takes knowledge and commitment to appreciate poems. I would said patience too. But once you allow yourself to listen the pure sound of words, you are close to discover a new world of emotions.
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