Walking Backwards by Paula Puolakka

Paula Puolakka | Sep 5th, 2020 | poetry | No Comments


Love folds me away when I’m reading the studies concerning
the Japanese WWII POW camps, and nobody is brave enough to
publish the essays in which the lessons of the lack of love
and the lack of morality are portrayed so that I could spark
Love in modern-day individuals.

I see the ghosts in each word: the way how the soldiers struck by
malaria and jungle rot were not treated at all, but instead,
tortured and left to die, and the ghosts of these victims are not acknowledged,
because some stubborn individuals are still convinced
that the SS generals and officers were the true demons of WWII.

In 2012, Tame Impala released a single “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards,”
and in 2020, as people are even dumber than in 2012 because of
the corruption of memory – caused by the internet and radiation –
I truly feel like I’m walking backwards, not because I’m regressing,
but because I only feel alive and loved when talking to dead people.

Poet Bio

Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.) Her latest literary experiments can be found through Carrot Ranch, Poetry Cooperative, and Spillwords Press. The next issue of the magazine of Traditionsverband Jägerbataillon Nr. 27 e.V. will also include a short note from Puolakka to the editors.

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