I’d like to begin 2016 on TheBlogMire by wishing all my readers a very happy new year. One thing I want to do this year is post works of poetry and short stories by other authors that I come across.

The first of these is a wonderful poem called Advertisement by the Polish poet, Wisława Szymborska, in which she wonderfully, if rather fearfully, captures that modern curse of believing we can solve the problems of reality by taking chemicals to blot it out entirely.


I’m a tranquilizer.
I’m effective at home.
I work in the office.
I can take exams
on the witness stand.
I mend broken cups with care.
All you have to do is take me,
let me melt beneath your tongue,
just gulp me
with a glass of water.

I know how to handle misfortune,
how to take bad news.
I can minimize injustice,
lighten up God’s absence,
or pick the widow’s veil that suits your face.
What are you waiting for—
have faith in my chemical compassion.

You’re still a young man/woman.
It’s not too late to learn how to unwind.

Who said you have to take it on the chin?

Let me have your abyss.
I’ll cushion it with sleep.
You’ll thank me for giving you
four paws to fall on.

Sell me your soul.
There are no other takers.

There is no other devil anymore.

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