Another priceless elegant mistake by a first year writing student
D___’s order of sentence construction makes for a coherent pap.
To Andrew Hudigns
My nightmares. They’re nothing like the lonely dead
you wrote about, perhaps at night, late at night
when you couldn’t sleep. I don’t have trouble
sleeping. Only the dreams I have these days
are beginning to bother me. I am going
back to my old school and my old desk
and my old friends are there, but they are busy.
too busy to talk just now. And my old bosses
are glad to see I have returned. But they’re not
in charge any more, and they don’t much care.
And I’m left to walk the halls. Alone. Strangers.
Like some kind of fucking stranger hanging
on the brown banister. Lingering outside
the brown frames of doors, unable to enter,
or the mailboxes, greasy brown. Either that
or I dream I found my zippo but when I wake
I can’t remember any longer where it was.
I have been advised
by our collection staff that
your seriously delinquent account
As you have been
previously advised we are
reporting members of national
credit bureaus and
your account is now listed
It is our intent to pursue
all avenues available
to us in order to recover
due our client. You must act
now to resolve this matter.
There is a point in Jean Anouilh’s Antigone where the chorus begins to talk about why we watch tragdies. “Tragedy is clean,” he says. “Tragedy is restful.”
This line came back to me today as I was driving to my favorite bar. I was listening to chet baker on the car stereo sing The Thrill is Gone and smoking a cigarette and I drove a couple of pretty young women. I didn’t stare but I did look. They were nice to look at so who wouldn’t. As I drove on, I saw that there was an old woman on the sidewalk. She was walking toward the two young women.
This scene, along with the soulful music of Chet Baker seemed to make the whole thing seem very tragic to me, which made me think of that line from Antigone
All of this made me think that in some ways to be alive is a tragic condition. We are bound to die. Those of us who eat healthy, those of us who don’t. Smokers and non smokers will all grow old and die. This is tragic
So I wonder if human beings are drawn to tragedy because we subconciously understand that the very fact that we live is a tragedy that is played out as our lives play out over time