The need of nothing is not the same as the acceptance of nothing, no matter what it looks like when written… or read.
I need nothing. I accept nothing.
Not the same.
The well-groomed man. Lexus LFA Nürburgring. Pair of Barker Black Ostrich shoes on his clean feet… No socks. He has everything in this world, and nothing. He needs nothing. The homeless man. Shopping cart. Pair of Converse Magic Johnson basketball shoes on his dirty feet… No socks. He has nothing in this world, and everything. He accepts nothing.
Full car. Empty heart. Empty cart. Full heart.
They are NOT the same.
I have been neither homeless nor rich. I wish to be neither. I have needed nothing. I have accepted nothing.
Beard wearer. Bicycle rider. Forklift enthusiast.
Poet. Audiobook narrator. Publisher.
My latest book arrives summer of '20.
I became a poet out of necessity when a bad case of writer's block forced me to use smaller words and write shorter sentences. I've written three full-length books of poetry under the name William S. Friday. The first two, A Death on Skunk Street and Between Love and Orgasms are published by Hostile 17 Print, a division of Silver Star Labs. My third, That Year I Died and Kept On Living Anyway will be available in June, 2018.
This space is supposed to be for stuff that doesn't end up in print. We'll see how that goes.
I live near the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, California.
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2 thoughts on “DICHOTOMY: A brief meditation on the two poverties, as viewed through Dadaist metaphysical thought.”
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