I rest my case

I simply do not understand why would anyone self-published a “poetry” book when he hasn’t got the slightest clue how good poems should be written. I am referring to “Rhapsody of a Singapore Muse” by Sim Kian Kok.

To be fair I read every single one of the poems and was so traumatized by the attempt that I couldn’t sleep last night. Still trying to make some senses out of it I flipped through the pages hoping to find any hidden clues that might help to justify its existence.

My wife who was trying to get some sleeps, was of course equally pissed by my “Why? Why? Why?”

“Why should you care if he writes bad poetry?” she snapped.

I tried explaining to her that I am not laughing at the author but instead I pity him. He is in my opinion making a fool out of himself. Once he realized his mistakes it will be too late to recall all these books. He will not have the courage to write again and that will be a pity because I can see that he is very passion about it. In fact I even suggested writing him a letter.

“But what if he doesn’t care? What if he just wants to have a book to call his own? Who are you to tell him he is wrong?”

“But … but …”

What the heck. She has a point and I rest my case.

(Note: It is dangerous arguing with your wife especially if she still has the strength to kick you off the bed after work)