Thursday, July 14, 2016

July 14: Marianas Trench, Jericho Brown, "Herman Finley"

Okay, I am a little down tonight.  I am going to wallow for a few hours.  Actually, I've been wallowing since about 6 p.m.  That's five hours and counting.  You will have to excuse me this evening, Constant Readers.  I have been drinking a little, and the night is stretching out before me like the Marianas Trench, full of blackness and weird oceanic danger.

Jericho Brown's poem, which I thought was going to be a wallowing poem, sort of turns out in the end to be life-affirming.  Not what I was expecting.  I thought it was going to be a little more Emily Dickinsonian (I know that isn't really a word, but I like it).  Instead, it's more like It's a Wonderful Life, without the angels and ringing bells.

Saint Marty promises that he isn't going to try to jump off any bridges tonight.

Herman Finley

by:  Jericho Brown

I didn't tell you that, in the end, he begged
For the end.  Death like the bed after
The bedtime story.  Death like a widening
Crack of light beneath the door. 
He begged them to let him
Go so he could go.  Said I want
To die.  Then said kill me.  Please. 
You and I endure that first pain.  
We just want to die.  People with that
Other ultimately physical agony say
Kill me and know they won't discuss it
In therapy.  Kill me.  I’m thinking
Of him today because I want to die
And I am ashamed to say it.  My thinking
Is red and sticky.  Rather than kill me,
I'd like you to listen as I live
In a perpetual whine.  Can’t I still be
Somebody’s baby?  Say yes for yourself.
Call me some time.  Every day I wish to die,
Remind me how he insisted.
Kill me.  And I’ll live again.

Even Death is in a good mood!

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes a poet needs to spend a night with a few drinks and lots of thoughts of mortality. Hopefully, today will be a rebound day.