Me too! I like the parts of the second poem that are clipped and ironic more than pretty parts, I think, like:
you realize your life is just a catalogue of methods, every word of it an effort to stay sane. Count to ten whenever you begin to shake. If pain of any kind is felt, take whatever is around into your hands and squeeze, push your feet as far as they will go into the earth. Burial is likely what you’re after anyway.
I feel like sometimes he relies on the pretty, because he does it so well (the Yellow Birds is like that too). But I'm glad to see more poems appearing!
Oh! I've been thinking of reading that, glad to hear it's good. It's kind of empathy as narrative practice, yeah? "standing in someone else's shoes."
(sending you a new version of the ending of that fic in 3,2, 1...)
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Date: 2012-11-12 08:55 pm (UTC)you realize your life is just a catalogue
of methods, every word of it an effort
to stay sane. Count to ten whenever
you begin to shake. If pain of any kind
is felt, take whatever is around
into your hands and squeeze, push
your feet as far as they will go
into the earth. Burial is likely what
you’re after anyway.
I feel like sometimes he relies on the pretty, because he does it so well (the Yellow Birds is like that too). But I'm glad to see more poems appearing!
Oh! I've been thinking of reading that, glad to hear it's good. It's kind of empathy as narrative practice, yeah? "standing in someone else's shoes."
(sending you a new version of the ending of that fic in 3,2, 1...)