You said the living should not envy
the dead, and yet here we are, wondering
how many tomorrows today is worth,
trying to find comfort in the torment
or watching Grosse Pointe Blank together
because there’s always time to be
disappointed or ask what life in progress is.
But what if all that were nothing
but splitting hairs, only to realise
there was no hair to split to begin with?
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Of the manners unbecoming a reader,
few could be more malapert
than asking a poet what he meant—
for a poem is not a bearer of revealed truths
but a Rorschach inkblot.
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Every definition is a consequence.
Every consequence is a contribution.
Every contribution is a context.
Every context is a definition.
So what you are trying to say is
that every definition is a definition,
but I guess you wouldn’t settle
for another tautology, like the one
about love?
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