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Inexhaustible Life of Chaos: Angst & Anger
Inexhaustible Life of Chaos:  Angst & Anger, a poetry anthology by author Robert M. Levasseur
Poetry Anthology

Inexhaustible Life of Chaos: Angst & Anger is the first book in a five book Poetry anthology series by Robert M. Levasseur. Available NOW! Click here to purchase. Self-published, under RoBec Enterprises, LLC. The LLC is the small business Robert and his wife, Rebecca, founded in 2019 for the purpose of doing a small online antiquing business.

Angst & Anger contains poems dealing with lost love, the angst of unrequited love and the sorrow that follows. It also deals with anger, rage, sarcasm and contempt. The language the author uses is powerful and biting. He pulls no punches when it comes to someone who has harmed or insulted him in some way.

A Poetry Sampling

More importantly, many of the poems seem to have an undercurrent of fear of abandonment. The author discovered that many of the poems contained in Angst & Anger actually seem to deal with his childhood trauma. Even the author is quick to admit that he has had difficulty maintaining relationships; therefore, many of his poems deal with the pain of love gone astray and the anger he has felt when relationships have turned sour.

A great example of the powerful language found throughout Angst & Anger, are these lines from Your Dead Horizon:

“…with one touch I am
asphyxiated
emasculated
entombed
my ashes barely glancing
your frozen ground.”

The powerful feelings expressed in Angst & Anger compel the reader to examine the choice of words and the complex manner in which many of the poems seem to have been created. In Heaven and Hell, the author’s anger can be subtly experienced through lines such as these:

“…Weary worn eyes
divulge dead whys
long imagined lies
I think…”

Rhyming Isn’t Dead

Inexhaustible Life of Chaos: Angst & Anger is a bold book is comprised of both free-verse and rhyming poetry. In this era, where any line breaks in a stream of prose is called poetry, the author bodly presents many creative rhyme schemes. Rhymes inspired by the deep emotions he bleeds onto the page. Consider the descriptive rhyming lines from Illusion Delusion, a poem where the author expresses deep concern about not being able to recover from a trip to see a woman he barely knows:

“…From the thrills
the wonder the spills
the thunder
your heaven would ignite
so then I would lose
a thousand hours
dreaming every night…”

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