Re: Dream Song 14

Will Dockery wrote:

laketa...@gmail.com
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On Sunday, January 31, 2016 at 6:43:54 AM UTC-5, VizantOr* wrote:

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
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Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
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who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
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*John Berryman*
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Weird poem but good in a way.........

I reckon you could say that, although it doesn't hit me as particularly
weird.

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Right on