LostintheCycle

Hello traveller. My name is LostintheCycle, or Lost. I was a traveller of Agora Road. You can reach me by e-mail at lostitc@proton.me.

This website is for me to give voice to taboo topics in our society. There are many topics about our society which are vital to have a real conversation about, but are incredibly taboo. This is precisely what my pseudonym is for. I aim to give to my readers: pointed and interesting work; serious and legitimate alternative views; rejection of what is in a broad sense, extremist and popular views that are faulty.

I also write poetry. I write under a pseudonym for a few reasons.

• To not affect how people I know perceive me. The poet is an archaic figure, a remnant from the past, sappy and romantic and bizarre.
• People I personally know would not be interested, nor do I want to know what they think of my work.
• My work may sometimes be too emotionally touching for comfort.
• I don’t desire notoriety for my own name. If the name Lost should ever be widely known, for good or bad, I would be glad to keep that apart from my real self.

The poet used to be elevated by all men, but today he is misunderstood, or despised by extension of a common hatred for poetry for it’s difficulty. There seems to me now, two main streams of poetry. There is the classical poetry, like Byron, Homer, T.S Eliot, and so forth; rightly beloved by some, this is well, but unfortunately it is static and unchanging. Has there been a poet since Plath who can be placed in this section? Somebody speaking outside stale academic walls? We need poetry that can evaluate our feelings today, whether they are unique to our time or not. After all, we may be living through the end of history. There is a second, mangled contemporary practice: the work of Kaur and her copycats; the overly political slam poetry; the ‘free form’ style you see someplace like Wattpad. This is as close as we get to popular contemporary poetry, and what they all have in common is they are quite anti-poetic. The first and third discard aesthetic ideas that are essential to what it means for writing to be poetry, from the Greeks to the modernists, and replaces it with shallow profoundness and ‘self-expression’ (on which I may write something later). The second abuses aesthetic qualities and creates often ugly work with despicable subject matter. We live in a dark age of poetry; I doubt it will be permanent, it might not even be that long, but all the same, that is where we are now. So, I aim to carry on this medium in whatsoever capacity I can personally manage.