Death Is Bragging

[desiresjab]

Death is bragging up your virtues
Like a whore he's had.
I'd rather be a violin than milk.
Make me a rightly dreamed conveyor off this world.
Can life hold one thing more?
It was pretty, it was lonely,
It was sad.

My theater of words is closed.
Swollen river, keep your son well

[Danik 2016]

I hope you are well, DJ. This sounds very sad.

[desiresjab]

What did Wallace Stevens say? The world is ugly and the people are sad. Since open heart surgery I have not been so well. Often I feel like I am dying.

[kiz_paws]

I enjoyed your poem, and wish to send you healing thoughts.
Take care, ~KP

[Dreamwoven]

I had open heart surgery for an implanted mitral valve, in 1999, but with complications. I've never fully covered my health. That's part of the price, I guess.

[desiresjab]

Dream, I bemoan my lack of social skills more than my repaired heart. Some of the lines on my mug have not even been invented yet!

And being somewhat familiar with the penchants of Stevens, I have to wonder if the world in his queer phrase is meant symbolically as the man made parts of it, such as some institutions or all polluted shores, for instance. Perhaps he was singling out Darwinism as an inherently ugly aspect.

Anyway, in my view of the natural order of things, an aging man develops better social skills even as he deteriorates in other areas such as general health. Both are fairly expected. But I am not sure that part of me is making progress, just feeling the failures more. Oh, well, it is good to feel something. Now I only need to rationalize feeling the failures more into making the ideal changes. Ahem! I am not very good at installations. Maybe I can install the rewiring myself.

[Jerrybaldy]

Your poem affected me as did your predicament. Hedonism should be your goal was my thought. All the best to you.