With my mind in a solemn abyss of thought, with no direct association to anything, no new theories, & no security or validity for the previous ones, I still find an ordinary pleasure in placing the pen in my right hand & touching its tip to a blank page, dispersing its ink, shaping it into known hieroglyphs we’ve adapted as the written language. A vacant simplicity dictates this moment; a dedication to nothing, a blank stare into the forum of meditation, a swarm of boils in the existentialist batter. Within the pit of society I look within…
Sebastian Milej is an American poet who self-published two books of poetry, poems of exile (2006) and while (2008), before “retiring” writing altogether at the untimely age of thirty. At the end of 2008 he self-published his final collection, Selections, comprised of previously published and unpublished work, spanning the last six years of his literary output. He currently resides in Wilmington, Delaware.
I learned a lot from this collection of poetry. At times I feel as though I am intimately acquainted with the author. I will need to reread this one to give a thorough review.