New Poem: “The God of More”

The God of More

Diana Senechal


I once worshiped the god of more,
the robot drum chopping the night,
not programmed to stop for breath,
the wave roaring over your name
with ebbless, pelagic will,
the hand taking hold of a shoulder,
numb to the pulling away,
the cry that spills on your shoes,
then calls for another beer.

There is a pause
that lets music rustle itself
gently into its clothes.

There is a love
that lives by not having to have.

But no, this is not a sermon.
Things come to an end anyway.
Come, look at the dwindling gold.

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  1. What To Do?

    You are headed toward a grabitational singularity, and someone offers you a ton of gold.  What good is that?  Feathers and cannonballs all fall the same, I’m told.  If you have a way to convert the mass to energy and fire it in the right direction — Does feeding the beast make it worse for you?  Then maybe a bit tangentially, I dunno — you might have a ghost of a chance of saving your ectoplasm for another day.  Meanwhile aliens — they might as well be aliens for all they understand of humanity — are terraforming your planet into something only an alien could love.  What to do?  What to do?  Indeed …

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    • I followed the “What To Do?” link, then followed another link from “grabitational singularity,” and found a poem by that name! So I have now seen the phrase “grabitational singularity” on three different pages, a lifetime record for me. It’s almost like climbing a pyramid, except that it’s different.

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  2. Your new poem is one of the finest I’ve ever read — I see new things in it each time I read it.

    (It has an Emily Dickinson subter-fugue about it — glad you didn’t lock it away in a drawer.)

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  3. Jupiter Moon

     /  August 18, 2021

    This is the first poem I have laid my eyes on during my first visit to your blog and wow, I am gonna frequently trespass your poems for a good day’s sake! It’s also something I feel like linking to my blog for others to read too!

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    Diana Senechal is the 2011 winner of the Hiett Prize in the Humanities and the author of Republic of Noise: The Loss of Solitude in Schools and Culture (2012) and Mind over Memes: Passive Listening, Toxic Talk, and Other Modern Language Follies (2018), as well as numerous poems, stories, songs, essays, and translations. In April 2022, Deep Vellum published her translation of Gyula Jenei's 2018 poetry collection Mindig Más. For more about her writing, see her website.

    Since November 2017, she has been teaching English, American civilization, and British civilization at the Varga Katalin Gimnázium in Szolnok, Hungary, where she, her school, and the Verseghy Library founded an annual Shakespeare festival.

  • INTERVIEWS AND TALKS

    On April 26, 2016, Diana Senechal delivered her talk "Take Away the Takeaway (Including This One)" at TEDx Upper West Side.
     

    Here is a video from the Dallas Institute's 2015 Education Forum.  Also see the video "Hiett Prize Winners Discuss the Future of the Humanities." 

    On April 19–21, 2014, Diana Senechal took part in a discussion of solitude on BBC World Service's programme The Forum.

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    On this blog, Take Away the Takeaway, I discuss literature, music, education, and other things. Some of the pieces are satirical and assigned (for clarity) to the satire category.

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