(after reading Igor Aglitskiy's amazing poem about a life in exactly 100 words)
made out of lust
made out of lust
he
grew into a mistake
bed
wet until puberty
an
integral part of a dysfunctional family
tried
not to be stupid
teachers
not fooled
kept
finding his lost temper
made
friends and loved them
had
jobs but didn’t work at them
fell
in love with a fluffy jumper
married
without procreation
a
writer who wasn’t writing
alcohol
and drugs failed to improve his mind
divorce
serial
monogamist
ignored
family
played
sport until fat
produced
two children
wrote
several neglected books
tried
to be caring
moved
to the country to become a tree
alive
until this line
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Great. Terrific. And terrifically sad. A litany of many a life except that you wrote it and feel it and now I feel it too.
ReplyDeleteThese are wonderful comments. Thank you, Rob.
Deleteyes, the tone of pathos without self pity is wonderful Myron. I think it's terrific too.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Efi. This poem came out of an exercise where we had to write about a life from birth to death using exactly 100 words.
DeleteI'm stunned.
ReplyDeletepowerful and so good! I'm almost out of breath when I come to read the last line ... which puts anybody, like an animal, out of his-her-its misery !
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing comment, Beatrice. Thank you very much.
DeleteI adore the second last line particularly
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me know, Lizz. I was uncertain about that line until i read
Deleteyour comment.
Wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your expression of astonishment, Melinda.
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