Phooaarrrrrrr. This really has opened a pandora's box. Re-reading the posts I see that there is a great variety of response here but most of it is negative, angry, sad or dismissive. Just at the moment I am partly lost for words but I shall attempt some response.
Moonlight, you have put me closer to understanding the viewpoint of Kush. I am thinking that if there is no room for the poem or the reader to breathe then maybe that is so because the actions/events I refer to in the poem leave me with exactly that kind of feeling. I have been the vehicle to express that which is preferably left alone. Much of my "strident" writing happens quickly and when it is complete I am left feeling like the
unconscious (personal or collective) has acted within me to relate this. Poems such as "Flights of Fancy" and "Walking in Places Untended" have emerged more slowly and has been more of a process of really trying to reveal the essence of me. Not contrived so much as more carefully considered. So; if I am the vehicle then who or what is insisting that these (strident) poems/lyrics be written? While I am not deliberately trying to alienate a possible audience I am also disinclined to "pull my punches".
Reactions and responses tell me that in even though many are distressed by the content; somehow I must be doing something right.
Maybe after the initial reaction of anger, sadness, hopelessness, distress or even flippant dismissal, something happens in the mind or heart of the reader that leads to a different perception? I am only speculating here and this idea has just occured at this moment.
Ep you said, "right on friend----:>" Are you refering to me or to someone else's post?? I trust that you will find that redemption within you own good self. There must be an element of hopelessness in the writing I relate but I do think that if you can clearly identify a devil then you are in a position to vanquish it.
Vesuvius, your ambiguous or askew compliments appear to be somewhat treacherous. A prize of encouragement offered while the other hand is stabbing the back. Et tu brute? From things I have said in other posts you seem to think the ultimate insult is to praise a serious issue as shallow entertainment. Have I mis-read your post?
Regards, Witty Owl.