the cult hero

the cult hero

 

 

 

the barfly

met the swatter

he wrote poems

and left blood

on the bar stool

scrawled wings

torn,

disfigured faces

a web of entitlement

page one

the disclaimer

 

page two

i didn't get that far

and the beer

has left bruises

in my throat

 

coughing up a black and blue

foam

and the urge

to superimpose

all over his book

 

watch his inebriated poems

stumble into ignominy

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/7/23

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, the disgrace of it all...perhaps he'd have been better off remaining in anonymity and writing under a nom de plume. I don't think I'd go as far as King when he gave Richard Bachman a fake "about the author" biography, though. I've never wanted or courted fame, myself. But I always loved being on stage and hearing applause for my performances (I used to play and sing quite a bit in my youth). But it was just a fun hobby. My poetry, I take very seriously but I don't take myself seriously. Those are two different concepts. I am dedicated to my craft but I try to keep it separated from my ego. After all, a critic's opinion is only an opinion and different strokes for different folks and all that. But if someone wants to wax abusive, I don't tolerate that sort of behavior and I don't think others should either. Your work is excellent as always and I enjoyed the read, F.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Fabian,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Glad to see you back and hopefully feeling much better for a long time to come, Jacob. You've been in our prayers. F.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

page two
i didn't get that far
and the beer
has left bruises
in my throat

Favourite lines above

Love this Jacob

Welcome back

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie,
j.

[light and ashes]

"and the beer
has left bruises
in my throat,"

poor inebriated poet and artist, broken from life, and the drink.
He has reached rock bottom, but his soul still desires to sing.
I think we all understand him.
We don't want to be him, but all understand him,
whether we would like to admit it or not.

You are an amazing writer. I'm so glad that you are back, and I know everyone else on this site is happy to have you back as well.
No one can fill your shoes. They are too big,
100.

I send you much love, and I hope that you are doing well, and are feeling much better.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, light.
j.

[light and ashes]

You are welcome. I hope you are doing better.

[Nisreen]

Jacob I read this and all I could think of was the idea of writing in general
And how writers lost their strength
Drunk on life they lost their pen
And with that all that was worth reading was lost too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like this idea for the poem...thank you, Precious.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I thought he had some interesting pieces. I wasn't certain this was about him, but the other reviews suggest otherwise. Perhaps I just haven't read enough.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Could be whomever you plug in.
thank you, Kelly...
question is...is being an artist free run to be abusive?

[Kelly Scheppers]

I would think not. Perhaps in their own mind they feel exempt from right and wrong.

[M]

I think not getting to page two of a book says enough about its quality in the readers mind. How anyone can write poems while inebriated is quite surprising. Clarity of mind is needed at the best of times. I sense the dislike for the poet's words here. It's all a matter of taste, though. A rough beer to one may be a chardonnay to another. I sense more of a cult than a hero, too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, more of a cult...that is true.
abuse of oneself and others.
thank you, Makhabat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When you drown yourself in sorrow iy is time you can't get back that dies.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, never can get it back, that is for sure.
thanks, Dale,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

You don’t like him J, do you? It’s got to be a he. Bukowski fits the bill. He may have had a cult following. He was still a bum.


Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Bum Writers...yep
thank you, Chris,
j.

[Miss Sharon]

(watch his inebriated poems stumble into ignominy) Fabulous closure to this awesome write Jacob! ~Sharon

 

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Sharon...
j.