Category Archives: Invisible stories

Will poetry ever become obsolete due to its lack of practical use compared to STEM fields?


Poetry will never become obsolete, nor will art or any artistic expressions, because this makes us human. We read and write poetry with the heart, not with the mind.
Music makes us feel. Science forces us to think.
Exploring imaginary dominions is purely an artistic expression of feeling with our heart and creativity. Even perfumery is subjected to poetry. Perceiving a fragrance has to do with interpretation, not to mention that some people have synesthesia; they see the smells in colors. Some fragrances remind me of turbulent twilights, while others remind me of a sun ray that sparkles in a bottle, emitting a solar heating vibe akin to a lamp.

The above question echoed in my mind, making me think of the film Equilibrium.
Because art elicits emotions, all representations of art have been outlawed in an effort to foster a conflict-free society.
Sean Bean’s character is willing to sacrifice his life for a book of poems by William Butler Yeats:

“I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

We read poetry, listen to music, and enjoy paintings because they contribute to our humanity. They allow us to travel vicariously and evade in faraway lands that offer hope, love, and wonder.
I cannot imagine the world without music, scents, and art. There’s a story behind all of these. Sometimes it’s a story in verse.

Art – Thomas Edwin Mostyn

Loneliness of stars

Humans cannot comprehend the loneliness of stars. We may, however, experience and picture the all-encompassing darkness that removes the barrier to the shimmering hidden beauty and thoughts of wonder.

– an excerpt from In Astra: Stargazing Into The Fragrant Light, my article on
The visuals are AI-generated based on my words above.

R.I.P. Milan Kundera

“He suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Art – Sir Claude Francis Barry, Over the horizon – a Jersey nocturne