Monthly Archives: September 2006

Dear Reader

Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you
every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the
book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive ghost, dark
silent figure standing in the doorway of these words.

— Billy Collins

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“Please Please Please”

Please please please,
No more melodies.
They lack impact, they’re petty,
They’ve been made up already.

Please please please,
No more maladies.
I’m so tired of crying,
You’d think I was a siren.
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brains screaming,

“Give us something familiar.
Something similar.
To what we know already,
That will keep us steady,
Steady,
Steady going nowhere.”

Please please please,
No apologies.
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line.

Please please please,
No more remedies.
My method is uncertain;
It’s a mess but it’s working.
And maybe if you tried it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out,

“Give us something familiar.
Something similar.
To what we know already,
That will keep us steady,
Steady, steady,
Steady going nowhere.”

– Fiona Apple, Extrodinary Machine