You Don’t Have To Be Mad To Be Me, But It Helps

Nobody Came
What do I see when I turn out the lights?

A graveyard drenched by a
South-westerly force six
Pathetic fallacy.
There are no mourners, no
Landmarks at all, except –

A plain lonely headstone,
An incongruous priest

Reading words
The interred
Would have thought
Absurd, if
He’d have heard.
If he’d lived.

The nightly picture pans,
Zooms in on the headstone
And then on a picture
The priest holds in his hand.
The picture’s of me, but the
Name? Eleanor Rigby.


‘It is quite true what philosophy says; that life must be understood backwards. But then one forgets the other principle: that it must be lived forwards.’ – Søren Kierkegaard, Journals IV A 164


2 thoughts on “You Don’t Have To Be Mad To Be Me, But It Helps

  1. Wild Geese

    You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.

    -Mary Oliver

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