woops

is not like other people
The calm satisfaction of having been influential, in some unquantifiable way, behind the scenes, without any of the hassle of anybody's actually having heard of you. No-one can evaluate your contribution, hold it up to criticism or scrutiny. You can't be excluded from the pantheon any more than you can be included in it. But you can point to those who are in the pantheon and say "ah yes, well, I had my own small part in getting them where they are today". And of those not in the pantheon you can say "perhaps if they had listened to me...but each must choose their own destiny...". Here and there you are mentioned in the acknowledgements of others' books - some very fine books among them - and in a way isn't that almost as good as having written books of your own, books which might have been disappointing or sunk without a trace? Of course there is that very small volume you once put together, which sits on the shelves of a handful of those very much in the know. A minor gem, they assure you: no-one else has ever written anything quite like it. You've demonstrated capability; there's really no need to labour the point by writing anything else. You were in talks once with a large publisher, well-known, but you really couldn't see eye-to-eye, they wanted different things, commercially viable things, and you couldn't put your heart into a project like that, a pity but there it is. Ultimately you just don't have the necessary vanity, you know, to seek a wider audience. You are reconciled, wholly reconciled, to being a minor figure, but you hope that others' biographers will trouble to account for your influence, where it mattered. At the very least they could get the name of your bloody blog right.
yes, i agree this is an oddly desirable position, but sadly, doesn't pay rent / bills. otherwise yeah.
 

luka

Well-known member
someone approached me today and said they wanted to tell me a story about a poem i wrote. he showed me a picture of a younger me
wearing a t-shirt with the number 23 on it and he said this was 2018. i'd asked you to write me a poem for a friend of mine, an amercian
professor of english literature who used to visit me here a lot and we would go to shakespeare plays and go for walks and so on and he
was dying and you wrote him a poem and i took it over to him and read it to him and he cried and cried and two weeks later he was dead.
that poem was buried with him. so there is a cemetary in a very small town in Iowa with your poem in it.
i cant let woops bury this beautiful and touching story
 

entertainment

Well-known member
he asked for one but then luke told him to close his eyes for two seconds and when he opened them luke had vanished leaving only a puff of smoke
 

woops

is not like other people
i thought this was your new book @luka? now no one on dissensus will buy it. or rather, they'll not buy it twice as much
 

luka

Well-known member
theyve never read anything let alone bought anything so i dont think it matters much
 
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