Thursday, March 1, 2018

Two Untitled Poems

At the airport, they sell a book called “Empathy.”
                As if empathy was a pill you could swallow,
                a module you implant.

50 CCs of empathy were delivered to the patient.
Along with 100 mg of “Leadership”, a dose of “Resilience,” and 100% his Daily Value of “Thoughtful
Reflection on his Place in the Universe.”

Several signs near these books tell me they are published by Harvard University.

                (I have heard that people are more likely
                To deliver electric shocks to strangers
                If the person telling them to
                Is wearing a lab coat.)

Do not buy these books.

If you want to become more empathetic,
                you must watch and listen to people.
                And more importantly
                you must watch and listen to yourself.

Read books (real books)
                not knowing what you will get from them until you do.
Look out windows.
Go for long walks.
Take suggestions from the people you trust.

And most of all, you need to practice
                every single day.
                And expect to fail.

You are trying to do something impossible.
There are no shortcuts.

*

We know the sky is empty
                But we still look up
                Transfixed by beauty that we don’t understand
                Or expect to

There are scientists who say
                Music is like cheesecake
                Pleasurable and pointless
                And wonder and awe have been explained away
                Reduced to mere superstition.
                There is no point to any of these things
                If they do not help us survive.

Well, then,
                isn’t life pointless?

Maybe, but I’ll take the pointlessness
                Of a stained-glass window
                Over the sterility of science any day.

The challenge of modern life is
                To believe in the existence and the dignity of the human soul
                Without having to believe in its permanence.

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