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Posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 10:12:47
I left the light to one side,
and on the edge
of the restless bed I sat,
deaf, gloomy, motionless pupil
nailed to the wall.How long was I there?
I don't know:
letting go of the horrible
pain of drunkeness,
the light died on my balcony
the sun laughing.I don't know either during those terrible hours
what I thought about or what happened to me;
I only remember that I cried and swore,
and on that night I grew old.
Posted by Jai Narayan on August 18, 2004, at 19:50:51
In reply to poem...Methuselah, posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 10:12:47
Posted by Atticus on August 18, 2004, at 19:56:32
In reply to poem...Methuselah, posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 10:12:47
I can really relate to that dead-but-not-dead feeling of oppressive stillness that comes at moments like the one you describe. If you've read enough of my stuff, you know that I abused alcohol and pills continuously while wrestling with my illness over the past eight years. I can remember watching the shadows move across my bedroom walls, thinking that the entire rest of the world was ticking along like an efficient watch while I, like a discarded and unnecessary cog, remained motionless. Thanks for posting. :) Atticus
Posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 20:04:46
In reply to what year did this happen? (nm), posted by Jai Narayan on August 18, 2004, at 19:50:51
Posted by Jai Narayan on August 18, 2004, at 20:29:22
In reply to Re: poem...Methuselah » malthus, posted by Atticus on August 18, 2004, at 19:56:32
Oh my so recent.
How are you doing now?
Did you find out what had happened?
My thoughts are with you.
thank you for posting.
Posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 20:34:07
In reply to Re: poem...Methuselah » malthus, posted by Atticus on August 18, 2004, at 19:56:32
That day I felt like my brain was asleep in the corner of the room. And as you said, that my heart was like a stupid machine only beating to the "right" musical time. The effects of drinking a quarter of a bottle of tequila and ruminating about a dead relationship brought it all out.
Posted by malthus on August 18, 2004, at 20:44:52
In reply to Re: poem...Methuselah, posted by Jai Narayan on August 18, 2004, at 20:29:22
Thanks Jai. I guess I'm in a better place... I realize that drinking, thinking about a wrecked relationship, getting sick and feeling a sort of brain-death were what happened that afternoon which became an inescapable dark night.
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