Two new collections, varied and contrasting. One is an exploration of modern life and the broken promises of a generation, and the other is life through the lens of a myriad of colours.
The Well of Sunken Dreams
Being a middle-aged man – I do middle-aged man things. Sometimes. One is meeting with my middle-aged friend and getting nostalgic over a pint or two of beer.
Like many others.
We contemplate how things were better, how the youth of today are missing out on what we had.
Out of these conversations came a realisation, one that we found was articulated with frightening clarity by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative”. He makes the observation that we are of a generation that was sold a dream, a dream that did not come true. We were told that if we worked hard, and dedicated ourselves we would do well.
Well, we did, work hard, for many years. Blood sweat and tears make our employees successful, generating profit and success.
But not for us. We still struggle in the day-to-day reality. We fight the rising cost of living and the shadow that we’re a few bad weeks away from homelessness or worse.
The dreams were a lie. And there is nothing left we can do about it.
This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts about this and other darker aspects of modern life. In my other collections, I like to balance this side of my ruminations with more optimistic explorations. This did not seem appropriate here. This is my equivalent of a grunge phase.
It also contains largely previously unpublished works that have not appeared anywhere else.
Make no mistake though, this is not just a collection for grumpy old men. This also covers people of all ages and all sexes. It reflects what we all feel. And just as we men should read more works by women and come to understand a different point of view, then also I hope that some women might read this and come to understand us a little bit more.
So, stick on those goth tunes and wallow in the well of broken dreams.
The Colour of Dreams
As I immersed myself in the pages of my poetic endeavours, initially intending to curate a selection of new and mostly unpublished verses, an unexpected revelation unfolded. Leafing through the diverse tapestry of my creations, I discerned a recurrent thread—colours, vibrant and evocative, weaving through titles and themes alike.
Thus emerged the inspiration for a second collection, distinct yet intimately connected. Welcome to a poetic anthology where hues take centre stage, binding verses together with the common thread of colour. This compilation encapsulates a spectrum of thoughts and moments, mirroring the boundless variety and richness of the universe that cradles our existence.
Presented here is a journey through the kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences, inviting readers to witness the interplay of words and colours on this vibrant canvas. Stay tuned for the unveiling of the companion collection, promising another exploration of poetic landscapes beyond the realm of colour.
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 