Beach Sloth

i liked a lot of music in 2009 but apparently did not like myself by Buttercup McGillicuddy

                Stephen McDowell busts out his disused ‘Buttercup McGillicuddy’ moniker for this poetry book. I’m glad he does. The dedication to all humans and non-humans is a good thing indeed. Usually authors write dedications for people they know or a general group of people. Every now and then you need to dedicate something to the animals out there, which form most of the Earth’s population. Respect is due for the animal kingdom. Animals don’t levy taxes they just want to be loved.

                Everything that came before and everything that will come is Buttercup’s singular moment in duplicate. This very instant Buttercup realizes the infinite being of reality. Once literally all that ever was and will be introduces a poetry collection it is a little hard to follow that up. Vastness takes up much of the collection. 

                Cliffs are made to be climbed. Only in dreams however, avoid cliffs otherwise. Millions of people get hurt just to get a different point of view. You can get hurt with a different point of view without the cliff. When changing an outlook on life prepare to spend time alone. That is a tough time of things. Buttercup goes through humanity’s migratory patterns to discover he needs a girlfriend. What happens when Buttercup ends up in a relationship though? Half of his poetry may be gone. 

                When you see comments on a blog you know that blog is loved. By commenting on blog posts you become a better person. This is part of a great cycle of relevancy where one good deed is rewarded by another good deed and so forth into infinity. Support each other. Read about Buttercup being in love and wanting no one to know. Buttercup writes ‘i am crying’ as the poem crashes like a waterfall. I really enjoy where Buttercup ‘goes free’. Crying is a great release that people need to do more often. Of course I’d say that though since I am extremely EMO. 

                Toenail clippers have some serious issues. Hatred of Yorkshire terriers, dislike of bears fans and love of strippers: toenail clippers need to get their shit together. Pray for toenail clippers. Make them realize feet will always be disgusting and smell like stale bugles (dependent on the person). 

                ‘Kanye West Poem’ is a sad poem. Life in the literary magazine submission world can be tough. One day you’re rejected from a literary magazine, the next day you’re also rejected by a literary magazine. Later that week you’re rejected by a literary magazine. A literary magazine you forgot you submitted to will contact you weeks later to reject you. Months later you’ll get an acceptance. And that will be enough. Life is hard but it is there small victories that keep humanity leaning forward, like MSNBC but without Rachel Maddow. 

                Life chooses us. We don’t choose it. Figure as a mere zygote we should have a voice. Is this worth doing? Or should we try again as turtles? They have it figured out. Dandruff is the dust of the head. People scratch their head to indicate confusion. 

                Reading these poems made me feel simultaneously anxious and happy about life. I attribute the happiness to Buttercup. Anxiety is my default emotion. Glad that there is a giant universe and I’m not the only one scared of it.