Versions of a Miserabilist

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BOOKS JULY 30, 2008

Versions of a Miserabilist

One thought, from over the river: the mosquitoeslost the smell of blood in me half way across.Old Eden verity--I am no more to blame for my deaththan I was for the sleazy rendezvous of my birth.God alters selfish men--now that they have no face,he has them regard the face, he teaches them howthey should have lived in a universe whose every centre isa little pot of self-regard, a little like yours.

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This is the end of money, though we have black fingers;this the seedy afterlife of things. Everything poised,as if the next step were already on stand-by:like a star in the cavity the pilot light keepsthe steady job of incremental burning.The meter wheel spins round and round towardsthe astronomical bill that will never be paid.These are your concerns. The fridge, my symbol,persists in its puddle and on-off fugue. Just whenyou think it is finally dead, it rambles to life.

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By Tim Liardet

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