The Art of Perplexion

This is a book of poetry, of course, however unlike most anthologies this is no collection of words merely orchestrated together to form some sort of elaborate fixation with a character. This anthology is different for a couple of reasons, one being that I am no poet. I am merely a reader, much like yourselves. Another reason is because this is a story about my own experiences with things of the unknown, things that we all experience such as love, heartbreak, fear of the abyss, even if we do not always acknowledge the fear that is undeniably a symptom of our own beliefs, or for some the lack of. This is no read of answers, but a read of question, and with this comes the knowledge of perplexion.




My name is Stephen Buras. I am no poet, nor scholar. I am a musician with my head in the clouds, both metaphorically and physically on occasion, because I'm also a pilot. I'm a boy on the brink of man hood, I guess you could say, although I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready to grow old. I was born in a small town, in which nothing ever really seemed to happen. I have written this book for the simple reason that if I do ever grow to be old and grey, I really wouldn't mind for a portion of the world to know my name.




I will not tell anyone the true meaning within these pages, although if you do manage to put the pieces of the puzzle together, I do hope you realize that perplexion is an art form and with it you will find the answers that you seek. Curiosity killed the cat, although the caged bird still sings.