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Beautiful Frailty
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- ISBN978-1-997493-26-6
- EAN9781997493266
- Date de parution22/05/2026
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurLM. Bolton
Résumé
Beautiful Frailty applauds the soul where survival has no audience. These poems dwell in the bare mechanics of being human - where breath is conquered, not celebrated; where endurance is instinctual, not heroic. Anxiety runs through veins. Hearts pulse. Fear preys in Death's corners. What remains is not hope, but stamina: valour repeated, involuntary, biological. To continue is not triumph - it is the condition of living.
There is no narrative of rescue. No ascent. Frailty is exposed, not redeemed. Beauty appears in scars: what reborns after damage, restraint, and the void have branded their work. Language is minimal, withheld. Emotion is unprotected. Silence carries weight. Pain is neither explained nor elevated. These poems do not mourn suffering; they inhabit it. They breathe it. They bleed through it. Because to be human is to be fragile.
And within that fragility, survival itself remains the rawest form of beauty - undeniable, damned, immortal.
There is no narrative of rescue. No ascent. Frailty is exposed, not redeemed. Beauty appears in scars: what reborns after damage, restraint, and the void have branded their work. Language is minimal, withheld. Emotion is unprotected. Silence carries weight. Pain is neither explained nor elevated. These poems do not mourn suffering; they inhabit it. They breathe it. They bleed through it. Because to be human is to be fragile.
And within that fragility, survival itself remains the rawest form of beauty - undeniable, damned, immortal.