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Jim Bennett of The Poetry Kit Interviews The Optimistic Michael Levy

By Jim Bennett

Michael Levy is an optimist, his philosophy of life is one of optimism and his poetry is based on it. It is an interesting approach but the resulting poetry can sometimes appear archaic or twee. However at Poetry Kit we believe Michael represents something of the free spirit of the internet where all styles can find a home, and as it is our 5th Anniversary Jim Bennett took the opportunity to speak to Michael and find out more.

Jim Bennett: Tell us something about yourself.

Michael Levy: Thank you Jim for giving me the opportunity to express myself. "To thy own self be true" are words written by Shakespeare 500 years ago, for his play Hamlet ... for me, it sums up why I write. Too many people, both past and present, take themselves too seriously. Since life is short, I continue to search for true meaning within my own life. I try to share my conclusions with anyone who also is searching for authentic meaning in their lives.

Many times, people who live with dogmatic, programmed belief systems, contend they know all the answers. They will put up defense walls, for they may find things hidden in their minds that they do not want to face... It may show they are not living true to their authentic selves, rather they are appeasing only their educational perspectives. My poetry tends to hit nerve endings and formulates thoughts they do not relish.

Jim Bennett: How/when did you start writing?

Micahel Levy: After taking six years of time-out for deep thought to explain the source of true success I sat down one Saturday afternoon on the 1st Aug 1998 and in only ten days wrote my first book "What is The Point." To date I have penned seven books that contain poetry and inspirational philosophy combined with wellness/healthy living recommendations. I am a regular wellness columnist for Positive Health Magazine, the leading wellness magazine in the UK. The Royal College of Psychiatry continues to publish selected essays and poetry. My poetry and essays can be found on numerous website, journals and magazines throughout the world. If you put the words "Michael Levy Poet" into a Goggle search it will keep you busy for many days reading the works on a variety of web sites.

Jim Bennett: How do you write? Do you have any particular method for writing?

Maichael Levy: Well, I am not your typical writer. I feel meaningful content is far more important than analytical grammar. The heart and soul of my compositions are born somewhere over the rainbow and somehow find their way into empty compartments of my mind. Most of my most meaningful works come to me after a deep sleep. In the early hours I write essays and poetry that still astonish me in their depth and fulfillment.

My subject matter is as vast as humanities actions, nature's beauty and the cosmic size of wonderment. Unfortunately, too many people fear the truth more than they fear their God, so they hide behind man-made Gods and will ignore my works. Many academic editors will disagree with my techniques and forms of expression. For them my style and sassiness does not sit too well and may give them understanding digestion problems.

My poetry has many facets; however none of them are composed to deliver messages to indoctrinate the reader. The opposite can be said... some of my poetry is meant to stimulate the reader's brain to start them to think for themselves and not to follow any other human being, without first verifying for themselves what they are reading makes sense to them. I am the last person on earth anyone should follow, as the core of my philosophy is to connect the reader to their maker or source of intelligence whoever or whatever they deem that to be or not to be.

Jim Bennett: Do you make much use of the internet?*

Micahel Levy: Absolutely, The internet is the great equalizer. Mainstream media has no time for expressive poetry and essays. I have been told on many occasions by chief editors there is no place in their publications for my works ... Happily, there are many editors on the internet that disagree with them and I now get daily requests for my poetry and essays. *

One of my golden rules is to never pay for adverts, PR, agents or marketing. Also, I never send submissions by snail mail or pay for any editor to read my works. It is the poet who is the life blood of poetry magazines not the editors. Most poets do it for the love of their craft, not for money, so I feel they deserve respect of editors who are trying to fill their publications with the most eloquent, expressive works. If my compositions cannot speak for themselves they do not deserve to be published or read by anyone.

Jim Bennet: Why poetry?

Why not poetry ... in my opinion nothing can illustrate human folly and genius better than poetry. Nothing can connect the brain to the every changing landscape of nature better than poetry. Nothing can express metaphysical connections between mind and soul better than poetry.

Impeccable poetry can express sentiments and feeling like no other form of writing. For me it encompasses all life forms in the universe that connect to a source of intelligence that feeds the poetry.

Jim Bennett: Is there anything else you would like to add?

Michael Levy: Yes, I guess I could write a book about the things I would like to add. In a nutshell I feel every person can compose meaningful poetry, music, art, etc. There is a place for all types of poetry and poets should not spend too much time trying to appease the special section of the academic poetry world that believes they know how poetry should be formed. I am not criticizing them, as they are entitled to their opinions, however, good poetry will surface without any help from editors who try to hold stage in ivory towers.

Every person on earth deserves to live a life of bliss and to dwell in love & joy. Regrettably, very few people understand the real meaning of love & joy and even though I have written seven books trying to explain it, I feel I have barely scratched the surface so far in improving peoples conceptions in following their bliss. Maybe if I live for another million years, I will be able to decipher and explain in undisputable terms what it means to be ... true to thy self?

The first poem projects the quantum universe in a way that connects religion with science and allows the reader to walk over the bridge to view scientists looking at spirits work in progress. Every time I read it I find fresh meaning.

The Gyrations of the Universal Wheel

The Gyrations of the Universal Wheel

Mammoth supernova spews storms of heavenly fire,
Celestial music simmers, in vacuum of mystical melodies,
Stratospheric fountains flare, from kabalistic galactic gasses,
Mountains of nothingness erupt, in voids of abundance.

An encore is requested, by the standing ovulation of vibrating gravity,
A Mother is born, waiting for her earth children to evolve,
Fed by a milky way, ascending out of a black hole,
A race of cosmic particles will mystically develop,
viewed through the lens of astronomical candidates

This poem expresses my feeling on war. It reveals the folly of humanity quest for power in minds that accommodate ignorance of truth... It is significant for me as I feel no war is ever won...just some lose less.

Wars Awesome Gale

Narcissism runs fast
in partisan vein,
steadfastly ... warriors strength
fades away, with little gain.

To the east,
to the west,
new seeds set to grow,
blooms in fresh seasons
may cast ... a truer, inspirational show.

I wrote this poem a few years ago whilst on a cruise ship. It was 6pm and I was just getting ready to go to a gala dinner when this poem come floating into my head. The next day I received, the Cruise Times fax and it told of a celebration called, "The Day of the Dead" in New Orleans where there are two cemeteries. One for the poor, and one for the rich. I had never heard of the Day of the Dead before that news release and the poem was composed before I knew what it meant.

A Passing's Lament

Windmill's turn in an empty shell,
A tree falls silently in a faraway dell,
Modes of style, in a void surround,
Crumbs of time, sinking into the ground.

Chill winds bite, shivers in the nape,
Purple velour, the caskets drape,
Sobbing wails, fields of decay and ferment,
Memories and desires, they came and they went.
The echoes of a passing lament.

This poem goes beyond reason and logic... It sends the mind on a blissful journey of delight.

Travel to Infinite Places

Music drifts through a thousand minds,
Through doors, windows, walls.

Travel along beyond thought ... to infinite places.

The human body is 80% water. It is water that has been flowing around earth in different forms for billions of years and will continue to do so well after my poems turn to dust. This poem gives one, from the infinite dimensions of human make-up, that I feel is important for me to be aware.

Free Will

The ocean; she pays no mind...no heed to herself,
she allows herself to wander freely,
to evaporate from sight,
then; to appear in the sky
as free forming, towering clouds
any shape - stratospheric ...any size - translucent
black, white and all shades in-between,
to wander where she may,
night or day,
wander freely across mountains,
across valleys...across dales,
the ocean...she cares not,
she has no worries, no woes,
the ocean knows that all...
all that evaporates and travels far...far away,
will one day return home and be content,
to tell of sublime tales...of noble adventures,
that blew them off course,
thrust by hurricanes and mighty winds,
unleashing such monumental power,
gargantuan bolts of sound,
and awesome streaking light,
magnificent view they had,
of all natures scenery,
as the metamorphism,
reversed itself once again,
and transpired as lucid rain-drops,
into streams, ponds, lakes,
seeping into earths crust,
flowing into raging rivers,
then finally
back home
flowing;
within the rhythm of time.

Whenever I feel as though I need some reassurance of living in my authentic attire of joy, this poem strikes a light of veracity to guide my path.

The Land Where Soul Play.

An awakening to dawn mist on the water,
flowing Spirit's streams to God's alter,
purifying essence whistles through the trees,
images of the sacred blowing in the breeze.

Wondrous dreams in the stillness of the dark,
journey on uplifting voyages in paradise park,
thunder and lightening points the way,
a prelude to the land where Soul's play.

The final poem goes back to the first line of my interview with you Jim. It is important to me for I do want to always be true to myself. This poem is a good reminder who I am. Thank you once again for taking the time to interview me.

A Merry Old Soul

I suppose you might say I look antiquated, but I don't feel it,
Strange is it not?

Be a dear and pass the honey.

An Interview with Michael Levy