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This is the ninth piece in my Ambrose-Bierce-inspired "Devil's Year" series of poems.
I’m not sure if there is any month of the year that is so relentlessly saddled with clichés as September. I immediately find myself thinking of numerous popular songs that play on all those particular motifs of the end of summer, and children crying tragic (yet somehow comical) tears at having to go back to school…
Some of the particular references I have chosen to use in this piece include the song ‘See You in September’, which was first released by the group The Tempos in 1959, and subsequently covered by numerous other artists, including The Happenings and The Four Seasons, as well as Tom Cochrane & Red Rider’s 1988 song: Good Times. In addition to this, I have also referenced Green Day’s 2004 song: Wake Me Up When September Ends.
I have also incorporated the old adage: "Whenever you point a finger at someone, three more are pointed back at you", which itself is a variation of a well-known Biblical quote from Matthew 7:3 (KJV): “And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?”
I’m not sure if there is any month of the year that is so relentlessly saddled with clichés as September. I immediately find myself thinking of numerous popular songs that play on all those particular motifs of the end of summer, and children crying tragic (yet somehow comical) tears at having to go back to school…
Some of the particular references I have chosen to use in this piece include the song ‘See You in September’, which was first released by the group The Tempos in 1959, and subsequently covered by numerous other artists, including The Happenings and The Four Seasons, as well as Tom Cochrane & Red Rider’s 1988 song: Good Times. In addition to this, I have also referenced Green Day’s 2004 song: Wake Me Up When September Ends.
I have also incorporated the old adage: "Whenever you point a finger at someone, three more are pointed back at you", which itself is a variation of a well-known Biblical quote from Matthew 7:3 (KJV): “And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?”
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The autumn is coming but even before summer is over childhood ends.
Aside from the way we gnaw at ourselves for all that we might lack, what speaks to me the most about this piece is the way the end looms and casts it shadow of dread long before it actually arrives. I know I struggle with this. Sometimes though the strongest sting of the rebuke isn't the truth but venom-laced words of sadists and bullies. Some people have a way of detect a little bit of shame and then weaponizing it against you. Sometimes the truth is just the truth.
September is here. It's the month I lost my father. Nine years on and the best I can do is make it to the next September.
This poem is just the bit I needed to add character and complexity to the drink of day.
Aside from the way we gnaw at ourselves for all that we might lack, what speaks to me the most about this piece is the way the end looms and casts it shadow of dread long before it actually arrives. I know I struggle with this. Sometimes though the strongest sting of the rebuke isn't the truth but venom-laced words of sadists and bullies. Some people have a way of detect a little bit of shame and then weaponizing it against you. Sometimes the truth is just the truth.
September is here. It's the month I lost my father. Nine years on and the best I can do is make it to the next September.
This poem is just the bit I needed to add character and complexity to the drink of day.
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