Simpson’s lack of titles for his various poems is refreshing. Titles, regardless of the art form, can alter how the viewer—in this case the reader—perceives the medium and its intended message. Instead of dressing the poem up with all the bells and whistles, Simpson dives headfirst into the heart of the matter and guides his readers through the collection.
Instead of portraying the sea as something dark and scary, it harbors a haven for progress and poetry. Of everything that forms from one’s psyche, art and poetry is the most lustrous and pure, especially when the rest of one’s mind struggles to keep up.
2020 was a trying time for the world and all its inhabitants. It was then that artists needed to resort to their art the most, as it was all they had. During quarantine from the COVID-19 pandemic, I submerged myself into my poetry manuscripts. They kept me going while the rest of the world stood still. I am just one of many.
Simpson discusses how art doesn’t form when a creative’s environment is justly stable. Most art forms from the darkest and deepest part of oneself. Poetry, like any art form, is born from the beauty of chaos and discord. Poets, artists, and creatives must rely on more than their typical senses, like a second sight that not everyone else presents. With COVID-19 striking a chord in the world, lasting beauty was born from it.