Poetry of Second Adolescence
It’s difficult to stay creative in a world that glamorizes endless worker-bee hustle and financial obligations. I’m happy to say that my brother, the other Joe Rolnicki, published a collection of poems titled “Second Adolescence”. Like most people, I probably haven’t attempted to read poetry since I was forced to read poetry in exchange for credits. This isn’t that poetry. It’s vulgar, honest and silly. It’s real. I love how it happily acknowledges the make-believe life that we call ‘reality’. There’s a struggle between perceived success and self-fulfillment. A battle of what we believe the world wants from us, what we need as individuals and what we desire as simple creatures on this ball of dirt and water.
Before I ramble more- Grab a copy of Second Adolescence Here.
I’ll admit, I was nervous to read it. It’s my brother. He’s a great conversationalist. Joe is incredibly witty, quick, goofy and upbeat. We always have a great time together. We laugh like madmen in each other’s company. But, that’s what he shows me. Creativity, especially writing, can reveal realities that you thought were comfortably buried. Much of my brother’s ‘straight edge’ childhood was because of my crooked behavior. I was not a great influence or example. But, I was living. Stumbling through the door, at all hours, I could see in his eyes that I was the example of what not to be. As much as I admired my brother becoming the ‘ideal citizen’, I was a bit worried that he may miss out on some living. He made up for it. Now I’m experiencing life, vicariously, through him.
I had fun reading this book. It was entertaining and relatable. Joe has a way with words that walks the line of intellectual and man-child.” There’s a mix of late-night cartoons, goblins, lust, routine, change, hope, hopelessness and ‘WTF was that.’ I look forward to what he has in his creative future. It’s not easy to put yourself out there like this. Most people waste their decision quota on what to wear in public, just to minimize judgement. Try creating something.
To anyone reading this: When you feel the need to experience life, escape life, or tolerate life, you turn to artists.
I love you, brother. I’m a fan. Wherever you go, I’ll be supporting you. Cheers!
