Destruction and Creativeness

[Aish]

Shaving blades, colder than the distant moon,
grey as an old woman's hair, do not dance like daffodils. What an opener, Jack!
The hollows of the subconscious

where sounds and language sit like books
hold no student's photographs
featuring extended arms,

a poorly written false wisdom
doodled in the white margin.
Maybe I'm a philistine. This is an interesting lead in to the discussion below.

Could the Holocaust have been
one giant performance piece? Don't demonise I am not keen on 'Don't demonise poor Mengele'. I think 'Perhaps Mengele was a struggling artist' fits better without illiciting sympathy or glorifying him, and it fits with the remainder. Is 'demonise' a British spelling?
poor Mengele. He was a struggling artist.

The Botticelli of scalpels,
Dante of the primed handgun,
the surgery, the broken skull.

Depression isn't beautiful,
regardless what the traveler may use of it to feed his art I love this strophe. It is truth, and skillfully written. While I covet my mania, depression is not artistic, or to be lauded over. it kills.
on returning to this world.

It's a good poem, Jack. I think 'Creativity' would work better in the title, and 'Maybe I'm a Philistine' through 'broken skull' seems like it was inserted in the middle, but it does work.