26 November 2017

Fallacy: Closing the Book of War


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The novel, the poetry collection, the memoir, the biography-- 
I transfer one from work docs to a template for publishing.

I could try to get it out this season, or take my usual
v e r y l o n g t i m e and then maybe forget to do it.

I prefer theatre which goes up and runs, then closes.
A book is ... is ... it is.  For a v e r y l o n g t i m e.

Writing a novel is a labor of love.  I don’t remember
not writing.  It has much in common with war: 

They both take a v e r y l o n g t i m e, and last 
a v e r y l o n g t i m e.  I don’t remember no war. 

(Though war’s metaphor is theatre, and love’s metaphor
is eternity—or the life cycle of a butterfly or of an oak tree.)

I prefer theatre which goes up and runs, then closes.
War takes a v e r y l o n g t i m e, and we never forget it.

A book is ... is ... it is.  For a v e r y l o n g t i m e.
Butterflies are disappearing, but war goes on and on.

Shorten time and shorten war, or don’t even begin.
I could write the novel quicker, or forget to write at all.

I could forget poetry if
it hastened an end to war.





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© 2017 Susan L. Chast



2 comments:

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Writing itself is a labor of love' interesting thoughts and philosophy expressed here..a comparison with drama highlights the quick action and effects or results any genre of writing can achieve...drama like film brings a catharsis for a wider audience whereas a poem may be touching on the individual level...the results remain unknown ...

Sherry Marr said...

I am curious about the book under construction....a novel? a m emoir? I am just beginning - finally - my memoir........since it is nearly December and if this is to be a winter project I had better get cracking.