Let's workshop this poem about the often-overlooked modesty and self-restraint shown by some of the most gifted and powerful humans ever to live: the palm readers and spirit mediums among us
Flickering Neon Palm
We cannot help
but admire their humility:
psychics and mediums,
telekinetic surgeons,
could seize so much
adoration and power
(foiling terror plots,
zapping tumors, finding
sex-trafficked toddlers),
but instead they work
fairground booths
and hotlines for shit.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
Hahah