Theodore Roethke, 1948

Mar 25, 2006 11:54

DolorI have known the inexorable sadness of pencils ( Read more... )

poetry, work

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Dolor momtranby March 26 2006, 01:24:23 UTC
Although I be your kindred spirit when it comes to the ole' tower of library books yet to be read,(...and quite frankly, it's not really the new-found joy of every book you've been meaning to read at your access, it's really because it's free!...and we are greedy) poetry, however eloquent, is about as pointless to me as buying textbooks was to me in college. =)

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Re: Dolor wandererjen March 26 2006, 05:45:54 UTC
Heehee.

Just read it again and think about all of the things you've hated about all of the horrible desk jobs you've ever had. Poetry, or not, you'll suddenly feel like this man completely understands. (Although I'm sure it is in actuality much more profound.)

I'm glad you stopped by, Bear.

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antof9 March 27 2006, 04:30:20 UTC
wow. A poem about working in an office. What beautiful language for something so mundane :)

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wandererjen March 27 2006, 05:49:29 UTC
exactly.

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