[lit-ideas] Re: Sunday's Exchange
- From: "John McCreery" <john.mccreery@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 13:57:52 +0900
Not up to Geary standards, but
Debating with Fate
Despair,
Why are you always lurking round the corner?
Despond,
Why are you always dragging at my heels?
Delight,
Why not come around more often?
Delicious,
No pick me up as good as your hand in mine.
(Unless, just maybe, it's grilled cheese.)
On Sun, May 18, 2008 at 12:08 PM, John McCreery <john.mccreery@xxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
> I find it funny, too. And sometimes so sad that an end to it all seems so
> damned attractive. Then a poem like this comes along and I say to myself,
> "How could I let myself miss that?"
> John
>
>
> On Sun, May 18, 2008 at 12:03 PM, Mike Geary <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>
>> THIS FOR THAT
>>
>> Suppose on a Sunday
>> you decided
>> all of a sudden like
>> that you had no reason to live.
>> Never mind the kids,
>> the wondrous loves,
>> the yesness of sensations ever
>> yelling in your skin,
>> never mind the job you think you hate and despise
>> but still romanticize,
>> never mind the sublime
>> poetry and angelic arts,
>> or the stupendous reach of intelligence,
>> fuck all that,
>> only this matters:
>> that all of a sudden
>> you want to be rid of it,
>> have it over and done with,
>> you do not want to care anymore
>> ever,
>> never ever, ever again,
>> no more goddamn caring.
>> Life has worn you out.
>> And so, goodnight, sweet Prince
>> Existence.
>>
>> That happens to me 3 or 4 times a week.
>> I try to keep my wits about me.
>> Say to myself:
>> "OK, suppose you could say,
>> 'I choose to die'
>> and that would be it,
>> as easy as that,
>> gone in a sigh."
>> But there's still the truck to be got home.
>> And all the tools to be dispensed with.
>> And other odds and ends of my having been.
>> Who's going to take care of all that? My kids?
>> They'd fuck it up for sure.
>> They have no idea what any of this costs.
>> No, no, no. I can't just get up and go like that.
>> I'll need to prepare the way.
>> Sell off the assets.
>> Maybe on Ebay.
>> I don't want some jackleg freon-jockey
>> making out like a bandit
>> in a yard sale of my hard-scrabble life.
>> I'd rather that the sun burst,
>> burn all beings to cinders!
>> Hear me, God,
>> let all living creatures die
>> rather than that I
>> should suffer the ignominy of
>> a jackleg freon-jockey
>> profiting off my demise.
>>
>> I've always hated money.
>> Have always hated people
>> who knew the ins and outs of getting it.
>> Have always thought that money
>> was (or at least was like) shit --
>> necessary,
>> but who really wants to handle it?
>> Slowly I've come to understand
>> that Existence itself is just another
>> kind of
>> Live Stock Exchange:
>> this life for that life.
>> From top to bottom, bottom to top:
>> it's all about exchanging lives without stop.
>>
>> So how then to end this little epiphany?
>> Let me just say that find it all pretty funny.
>>
>>
>> Mike Geary
>> Memphis
>>
>>
>
>
>
> --
> John McCreery
> The Word Works, Ltd., Yokohama, JAPAN
> Tel. +81-45-314-9324
> http://www.wordworks.jp/
>
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John McCreery
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Tel. +81-45-314-9324
http://www.wordworks.jp/
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