What it Means

 

The poem tells you what it means

if for instance you drove all the way to buy

a lottery ticket on the California border

because hey you never know about these things,

but there’s a line because nobody’s won yet,

and now the payout is over a billion dollars—

imagine what you could buy with that.

You have to remember you’re at the age

when you’ve started to feel as though

you might’ve missed out on something.

Whatever it is, a billion dollars should cover it

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To Varying Degrees

 

Values are different things than their situations.

It’s a different thing to say Killing is Wrong

than it is to say Thou Shalt Not Kill.

The former is a principle, and principles never

in principle, apply to any specific situation.

Which doesn’t make killing wrong in principle

because really, it depends on the situation.

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Impression: 20th Arrondissement

I was going through some old writing from when I was backpacking around Europe, and stumbled onto this, which I wrote on the penultimate day of my trip. I’m surprised how much I still like it, especially since it was done in haste, without much reflection, and probably too much wine. I remember my time in France as one of learning about Impressionism, reading Apollinaire and Sartre, and trying new cheeses every day, among other things. Je t’aime, France.


 

Impression: 20th Arrondissement

 

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure

Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Apollinaire

 

Old flat on the 6th floor over Ménilmontant

in the gray blanket of August, I, a flâneur,

retired to the opiate of terrible coffee

and careless snowfall of cigarette ash.

 

Tomorrow I leave Paris

but the days here remain.

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