Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Why I'm Glad I'm Not David Foster Wallace, a One Word Poem

On a day when I owe no man a debt, consider no man my mentor, and indeed think of no man as my better, I feel I have achieved a unique place on the Universe. Or more accurately, been given a unique place in the Universe. No one really helped me get here, no one is particularly pleased that I am here, and it serves no special purpose that I am here. 

These are just days in hand. Free shots. Maybe they'll be paid for with hard judgements and reproach at a future time and setting, but not this day. 

I wrote an awful poem contemplating why I have been the depository of such goodwill from the gods while others like me have been plagued with the curse of genius. 

Why I'm Glad I'm Not David Foster Wallace

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That's the poem. It's damnable, isn't it? But what else is there in life but appreciating what you are and the role you've been given to play? I feel I have the same clinical diagnosis as he did, but I just would never want to declare this life null and void. It's too damn groovy and full. Full of everything. It's all here. And now this poem is here. 


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