When doing meaningless monthly reports with
numbers and figures - I literally lose my mind;
it seems my working off two stat-docs at once
is impossible: as the 2nd appears, I forget the
1st’s content - only by keeping a commentary
running in my head could I keep a tiny part of
mind almost focused on columns of numbers,
brackets and sums
When calculating - I forget what every number
stands for, struggling on without enough data to
come to conclusions on what happened in the
Section in July - then my translation’s returned
from a dear colleague with far too much time -
redoing the letter on 10 occasions - with each
one better than the last; more documents with
such wide possibility of interpretation are ready
To teach me patience & perseverance - all the
nonsensical words written by automatons with
nothing to say and excelling in saying it; these
words I am to study and cherish and translate,
watching bored colleagues demolish structures
& all my choices of nouns and verbs - but with a
Fa-là--Fa-là-l♪-la I bury the glorious docs to be
kept as my raison d’être, a confirmation of my
Being - without the requisite Work-on-Hand I’m
bereft, a waif without meaning; work affords me
joyful sorrow to treasure - and an excuse to cry
to my heart’s delight - now I’m becoming one of
the Sylphides all dancing to death - without the
work I would be challenged to find a sad cause
worthy of my great powers of lamentation, clad
in sackcloth and ashes as befits one who feels
such need for self-flagellation…
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Marilese... your mind is brilliant. I believe Ivan is your coach? He is brilliant as well. But darling, these inward expressions of anxieties, thoughts of true emotional love, self doubt, self awareness, and bereft conclusions combine together to make this some of the best confessional poetry I have ever witnessed.... Your mind is absolutely blessed. The world needs to see this.....
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