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You don't have to nurse him,
he is all responsible himself
for all his mess of two divorces with three children
and his constant falls to bleak alcoholism.
I can not see why self-destructiveness of any kind
deserves one's pity, care, edification, nursing,
spoiling, wasted time and effort,
not to speak of energy, both moral and creative,
which is better used for other purposes;
since he, as long as he continues falling down,
inevitably will fall deeper down each time
and drag his friends down with him if they pity him
for no good end at all. Professional support
to help him pull himself together
is the only thing that could be practically good,
while friends and lovers of him
just will go down on their knees
and cry their hearts out all in vain
by joining him on his way down into the abyss
of the sorrows of despair and voluntary self-destruction.
I have work to do and must therefore keep out
and can not join you in a charitable work
that could be just a waste if it is not professional.
Sorry, but you'll need my healthy unharmed friendship
when you are down there dissolved in tears.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-07-06 at 11:44
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Empathy in absurdum
You don't have to nurse him,
he is all responsible himself
for all his mess of two divorces with three children
and his constant falls to bleak alcoholism.
I can not see why self-destructiveness of any kind
deserves one's pity, care, edification, nursing,
spoiling, wasted time and effort,
not to speak of energy, both moral and creative,
which is better used for other purposes;
since he, as long as he continues falling down,
inevitably will fall deeper down each time
and drag his friends down with him if they pity him
for no good end at all. Professional support
to help him pull himself together
is the only thing that could be practically good,
while friends and lovers of him
just will go down on their knees
and cry their hearts out all in vain
by joining him on his way down into the abyss
of the sorrows of despair and voluntary self-destruction.
I have work to do and must therefore keep out
and can not join you in a charitable work
that could be just a waste if it is not professional.
Sorry, but you'll need my healthy unharmed friendship
when you are down there dissolved in tears.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 475 times
Written on 2007-07-06 at 11:44
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