Four-legged
Greyhound (leporarius)
Dream Song 14: Life, friends, is boring
John Berryman (1964)
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
(repeatedly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatedly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
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,
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,
[……]
Full poem at https://allpoetry.com/Dream-Song-14:-Life,-friends,-is-boring
Piute Creek
Gary Snyder 1930~
…..
A clear attentive mind
Has no meaning but that
Which sees is truly seen.
No one loves rock, yet we are here.
…..
Complete work at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47181/piute-creek
Conserving the magnitude of uselessness
A. R. Ammons ( 1970)
Spits of glitter in lowgrade ore,
precious stones too poorly
surrounded for harvest,
to all things not worth the work
of having
[…..]
for the inexcusable
(the worthless abundant) the
merely tiresome,
the obviously unimprovable,
to these and for these and for their
undiminishment
the poets will yelp and hoot forever
probably,
rank as weeds themselves and just
as abandoned:
nothing useful is of lasting value:
dry wind only is talking among
the oldest stones.
Complete work at
Curiousity kills
What we know we want
and what we want to know.
