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"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Existential Despair Comes Only to the Lonely

It might take longer than you think:

A shopping list, a bottle of unopened cleaner,

Financial pictures painted across outdated hard drives.

Drops of dishwater

Falling into the transcendental sea.

Will you die

Under the tyrannical wings of the ordinary,

With the Billboard Hot 100 trapped in your head?

A way of understanding:

You see through a glass.

Darkly, your soul surrenders to the moment.

But you were not invited.

You were held hostage.

A ragdoll left on the lawn to drown

In your own artificial irrigation,

Only to be picked up by a bright-eyed child

The morning after.

How to account for hope?


By: Jake Adams

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