THE GREAT
INDUSTRIAL MARKER
They've found the way now to make
paper from steel - for hard-hearted
letters and bad-news notes. Right
here, at this bleak table where we
sit ordering wine, the menu is made
out of cork. It gets difficult to read,
but after a few uses is cheap enough
to throw away and replace. But there
are shadows on these forms that time
cannot erase : missives of philosophy,
and notes of dread and anguish.
-
When I was a young boy, thinking only
of being a clown, no one ever told me
about sadness and sorrow. I had to learn
them on my own. Now here I sit, to
order a red wine that's as deep-colored
as blood and caustic as the lye that
will eat through this cork.
-
I lean over and mention how I
love respectable failures : how only
the ones who have reached out and
tried can count as victory their failure
seen as loss - and by others discarded,
by others tossed. There is the site, I
mention, of the very best Pyrrhic victory,
to be. Like the phoenix on this label,
who rises from the embers of flame
and fury, only to rise again and be.
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