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by Liam Rector | |
I get a feeling of discomfort, pressure
In my rear end, and I know then
It’s time to take a crap. This has been
Happening every day now
For fifty years, fifty years
In which the waste of life
Has been steadily moving,
Mounting. I keep time this way now.
I wait for the feeling and then when
It does come I do its bidding.
I wait for the sex pressure and when it comes
I try and go where it says go.
I get the same discomfort for fame
And I leave the happiness of my study
To mortify myself one more time.
I get the pressure to be a good person
And, like so many others, I take
That very self-righteous crap.
I wonder how much longer all this
Can go on but then on a very good day
I don’t much give a shit about that. |
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Liam Rector is the 1998 recipient of the Pen/ New England Award.
His first book of poems was The Sorrow of Architecture, and he was
editor of The Day I Was Older: On the Poetry of Donald Hall. He has
received fellowships in poetry from the Guggenheim Foundation and the
National Endowment for the Arts, and he has administered literary
programs at the Folger Shakespeare Library, the Academy of American
Poets, Associated Writing Programs, and elsewhere. He has taught at
Goucher College, George Mason University, and Phillips Academy and is
currently the Director of the Writing Seminars at Bennington College.
He took graduate degrees from the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins and
the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard. He now resides in
Massachusetts.
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