Only Boring People Get Bored

by Ben Fama

Time to Read Average time to read 0:24 minutes

Print This Post

in Poetry

Sunday evening I encountered this artifact created out of the weekend’s leftovers. I had been showing family around who had never been nyc before. That meant three miserable days of walking in the rain while forcing myself to be cheerful. This stream or river or rainbow or spittle-barf of umbrellas was an affirmation to me of whats most at stake in being conscious, (which could be described very quickly, I guess, as a reaction). Whoever made this left no trace of themselves nor stuck around to explain. Less is almost always more. I love you, whoever made this, for that.

Related posts:

  1. better late
  2. SONNETS by Bernadette Mayer
  3. A Preface to a Blog: Auguries of Experience
  4. Accident and Inspiration: Waking up from a Comma

Comment Rules: We like to think that THEthe has both the critical edge of a good journal and the informal, discursive nature of a blog. Readers and their comments are a valuable part of this blog, and we heartily encourage comments that spur debate, provoke self-examination, or attempt to expand upon the ideas from the posts themselves.

We all have the responsibility to love our neighbors (even our online ones). Disagreements, even serious ones, should be carried forth with grace and humility. We have no tolerance for hateful, nasty diatribes and will probably delete them (especially if it is obvious that you spent a long time writing it).