Paranoia and Poetry

Paranoia and Poetry. Two words that ought not to go together, but that do and not only that, but that are also wonderfully alliterative. I think alliterations might be one of my favourite things in the world after books, pens and my laptop.

Anyway, I might not be medically paranoid, but I’ve seen that writing, and working on things I love in general, bring on large amounts of paranoia and self-doubt in me.

I was reading Bird by Bird, one of my favourite books, but one which I haven’t visited in a while now, and i found this wonderful and humorous poem in it that she quotes. I want to share this poem with the rest of you. (Not that I have expectations that the handful of readers I used to have, have stuck around.)

I hope it makes you laugh and generally teaches you to make light of your paranoia. 🙂 Often, this is the only way to deal with it in the first place.  Basically, it’s both fun and educative to make your paranoia appear as ridiculous and possibly humorous to yourself, as it may appear to others. It works!

This poem is dedicated to my friends, who are all amazing and brilliant and yet the most paranoid bunch of fucks I’ve ever seen. And to me. Although I’m just paranoid. Yes. You know who you are. (If you don’t, it’s all the morons that received this link in their email. That might be a tiny hint. Yeah.)

We Who Are Your Closest Friends
Phillip Lopate

We who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting,
as a group,
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
discontent and
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift.
Your analyst is
in on it,
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband;
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us.
In announcing our
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves.
But since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community
of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center,
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your disastrous personality
then for the good of the collective.

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