VizantOr* wrote:
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>>> > > > > 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
>>> > > > > (repeatingly) '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,
>>> > > > >
>>> > > > > who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
>>> > > > > And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
>>> > > > > and somehow a dog
>>> > > > > has taken itself & its tail considerably away
>>> > > > > into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
>>> > > > > behind: me, wag.
>>> > > > >
>>> > > > > *John Berryman*

Time for some good old Berryman poetry...!