Lunch Poem
Here’s kind of a weird thing.
I was reading a poem by Charles
Simic called “Boredom”
A workshop instructor I had once
[why the italic? why that line
break?]
said that Frank O’Hara didn’t revise.
(Pretty sure that’s the common wisdom
but I have my doubts. Might be wrong,
and the last thing I want to do is look
it up.) So this poem of Simic’s made me
think about boredom. And it occurred
to me after a couple of seconds, Christ!
I’m not bored anymore. Ever.
And that, my friend, is not brag just fact.
Not at all brag, maybe some kind of
admission
about the growing dearth (if dearth can
strictly
speaking grow [of course it can]) in an
older man’s
not brain so much as sensibility or
something like.
I don’t get bored anymore. (Start with that
says the instructor, get rid of all the
self-
serving [why a hyphen? why this line
break?]
shit that precedes it. Listen to the
sentence!
Simple, intriguing: I don’t get bored
anymore.)
I don’t get bored anymore.
I get everything else
but not bored. I know that
that’s significant to those who
think things are significant
(and I’m not saying things
aren’t significant, some
things don’t need saying)
Alec Solomita is a writer and artist working in the Boston (USA) area. His fiction has appeared in the Southwest Review, The Mississippi Review, Southword Journal, and Peacock, among other publications. He was shortlisted by the Bridport Prize and Southword Journal. His poetry has appeared in Poetica, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Litbreak, Driftwood Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Galway Review, The Lake, and elsewhere, including several anthologies. His photographs and drawings can be found in Convivium, Fatal Flaw, Young Ravens Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, and other publications. He took the cover photo and designed the cover of his poetry chapbook, “Do Not Forsake Me,” which was published in 2017. His full-length poetry book “Hard To Be a Hero,” came out last spring.
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