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EXPLODING THE SPRING MYSTIQUE<\/p>\n
Good Morning, World! Captain Eileen her\nAt her little morning desk\nDying to tell you at the crack of dawn\nHow Dearly she hates it\nHow Spring truly sucks.\n\nHere we have it outside my morning window\nBirds twittering, buds newly greening on perky branches\n \u201cTweet\u201d, another fucking bird.\n\nAnd I had to go through a whole night to get here.\nThat\u2019s the part that\u2019s really hard to swallow.\nI had to lie awake for hours thinking of how I hat just about\nEvery man, woman and child who walks the face of this earth\nMyself included, I find self-hate extremely motivating\n\nI thought of everyone I\u2019ve ever fucked or wanted to and\nThought how unrewarding it was. \u201cCan\u2019t take it with you!\u201d\nLike they say.\nI thought of the conversations I\u2019ve had.\nNearly the mystery was unraveled in 1962.\nThen in 64, 67, 72, 73, 73 and 74. And those were the transcendent\nConversations. Not to mention the warm friendly variety, or\nThe pitiful confessional motif. Both of you\nPour out your sorrows and feel instantly better.\n\u201cAnd I thought I was fucked up!\u201d each thinks.\n\nI thought of my dreams of becoming a great poet & then I\n thought of\nMy poet friends who dream no differently. I thought of my \nPoet friends and how they have no right to live within\nThe revolting egocentric realities uniquely expressed in\nSyntax all their own and then they print their own poems\nIn their own little magazines.\n\nWas it Marlon Brando who said, \u201cLooking up the asshole\n of death.\u201d\nAnyhow, by 35 most poets either can\u2019t do it anymore\nOr have ruined their lives of or the lives of others or have\nSimply realized that all of it was a farce.\nSuddenly strack at 35 by the genuinely mediocre fact of your\n life\nWhich previously stood as a backdrop to the cosmos or\n culture\nAnd now ... Har, Har, Middle-Aged Poet!\nJoke\u2019s on you. Broke and not very good-looking.\n\nThough I don\u2019t plan to stop at this moment.\nSure, I hate my friends and they hate me and there\u2019s no one \n around to\nfuck except the ones who won\u2019t fuck me and they like to \n torture me\nAnd I like it - my poems keep getting better and better.\nBut the fact is\nIf I am no longer a poet, then I will to face being a \n useless and\nMediocre human being now, rather than when I\u2019m 35, as is\n the norm\n35 will be terrifying.\nA) Unless dead or raving mad or abandoned with a large\n shopping bag\nAnd a pint of Wild Irish Rose, I will be B) teaching a\n workshop\nor C) penning a villanelle, as one poet puts it, or\nD) just taking a shit and suddenly the joke will be swarming\n all\nAround me, a nettle of fears and doubts, cold icy sweat, \n perhaps\nI\u2019ll be standing on a stage reading a fucking sonnet and\nWhomp! \u201cYour life is meaningless! This is the last\n message!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat, What...\u201d I\u2019ll mutter, swinging my arms around\n spastically\nBut I know what it means: \u201cYou blew it, Baby it was a joke.\u201d\nSo I go home to my lover (If I\u2019m that fucking lucky when I\u2019m\n35 ... Why should it start then? But listen, this is the clincher...)\n\nI go home to to my lover, who\u2019s of course in her early 20s\nA Younger Poet. There\u2019s a note on my pillow\nSorry, Honey, you peaked.\nArrrgh! I shriek at the heavens.\nAll those years I chortled at men: Ha! You guys are done in\nat 18. Your \u201cprime.\u201d We women don\u2019t peak until 35. \nI collapse on my bed, a sexual and artistic homicide.\nThough still breathing, and it is Spring.\n<\/pre>\n— Eileen Myles<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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