James Dugger
Prompt of the Week - 6:54 PM
Memoir
By Louise Glück
I was born, Under the sign of Taurus.
I grew up on an island, prosperous,
in the second half of the twentieth century;
the shadow of the Holocaust
hardly touched us.
I had a philosophy o flove, a philosophy
of religion, both based on
early experience within a family.
And if when I wrote I used only a few words
it was because time always seemed to me short
as though it could be stripped away
at any moment.
And my story, in any case, wasn't unique
though, like everyone else, I had a story,
a point of view.
A few words were all I needed:
nourish, sustain, attack.
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Response - A Memoir
by James Dugger
I, too, was born cautious, under the same sign
yet that's where our similarities end.
I was an island, lacking sustenance
Beneath the shadow of poverty
Touched constantly by death.
Religion was an escape, philosophy
was a street mentality that
often lead to loss.
I never spoke, I never wrote
time appeared never ending
as I prayed for it all
to be stripped away.
My story intertwines with others,
each passing day links connect
to new chapters of a novel
written by many authors.
One word describes it all:
Suffer.
Nourishment was fueld
by injustice
Lack of understanding
and immesnse passion
Sustaining rage
attacking all percieved
to hold power.
Now I hold that power
And nothing has changed.
By Louise Glück
I was born, Under the sign of Taurus.
I grew up on an island, prosperous,
in the second half of the twentieth century;
the shadow of the Holocaust
hardly touched us.
I had a philosophy o flove, a philosophy
of religion, both based on
early experience within a family.
And if when I wrote I used only a few words
it was because time always seemed to me short
as though it could be stripped away
at any moment.
And my story, in any case, wasn't unique
though, like everyone else, I had a story,
a point of view.
A few words were all I needed:
nourish, sustain, attack.
_____________________________________________________________________________
Response - A Memoir
by James Dugger
I, too, was born cautious, under the same sign
yet that's where our similarities end.
I was an island, lacking sustenance
Beneath the shadow of poverty
Touched constantly by death.
Religion was an escape, philosophy
was a street mentality that
often lead to loss.
I never spoke, I never wrote
time appeared never ending
as I prayed for it all
to be stripped away.
My story intertwines with others,
each passing day links connect
to new chapters of a novel
written by many authors.
One word describes it all:
Suffer.
Nourishment was fueld
by injustice
Lack of understanding
and immesnse passion
Sustaining rage
attacking all percieved
to hold power.
Now I hold that power
And nothing has changed.
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