Everyday,
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
violence, terrorism, war,
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I think about dying. About disease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. thoughts that affects.,
The existential crisis and disdain of a twentieth century individual torn by internal and external strife is well depicted here.
isease, starvation, violence, terrorism, war, the end of the world. thinking of dying. tony
A witty poem with a surprise ending. The 'things' are what he has been thinking about. Brilliant.
Thoughts that go through our brains everyday. fine poem. tony
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Very strange motivation from such depressing topics.....
Pessimism grips the mind in old age due to various factors and it is portrayed in this modern poem that may represents nuclear families and disrespect for the old.
There's alot to think about! a ten..very funny..
this poem introduces me to mcgough. it reminds me in its blunt force of poems by stephen crane, poems i think of as naked poems, which i appreciate for their brevity and directness. i've just read several of mcgough's poems in which he's direct and/or humorous. it's refreshing to read someone who cares little for and/or parodies being poetic.
Exquisite. Sheer elegance. A kernel of the existential moment. Your moment. My moment. Universality in a few words. We all understand what it is to let the mind stray. Or, conversely, to keep it focused. That thoughts that pass our consciousness from one moment to the next. Some controlled, some come of their own volition. We are all intimately familiar with the general scenario that McGough uses as the premise for this poem. But few of us would probably have set it in motion with those exact words, that set of facts, circumstances of the world. What words would you have chosen? You can only choose the ones you notice. So much of what we think flits by seemingly unseen. So, how then do you interpret the those mental scenes you are aware of? And are they concrete or just abstractions? Distractions, or the meat of your existence? Imponderables for each and every. Well, almost all. There are still those few commenters here who are wholly vacuous.
Interesting that in barely 7 lines and 2 stanzas the guy manages to get you to think. Look at all the comments. This short work is pure genius simple you think then you read again the complexities build so for those of you who thoughts it was funny great it is and was but then you see its more sinister edge it bleeds into consciousness and you read more into it, finding subtleties and shading. Yes just 7 lines and 2 stanza and a world of interpretation
a sad poem of thinking of bad things and not doing any thing about it? that is what is wrong in the world to day there is too many thinkers? ........think again Roger!
I think you missed the point of the poem it is to get you to think and then do something about it to take it as bare fact is just not to get its essence but you have your opinion which is also very valid and you are correct just not about this poet
the essence of this poem I think is one of selfishness? ......open to further comments?
I think much of what anyone gets out of this poem depends on what they put into it. The subject of the poem states that he thinks about some pretty heavy, pretty distressing topics every day. The subject also states he has an alternative motive for doing so. The poem doesn't tell us anything about actions. That's for the reader to fill in. And that's where the real depth of meaning is. Personally, I don't spend a lot of time thinking about those things every day. Not on purpose. They inevitably color my day through contact with different media, but I wouldn't propose the statement the poem makes. The other things I think about somehow take precedence. So maybe that makes me selfish? I just love the open-ended source of meaning in this poem. It's a very difficult strategy to pull-off successfully.
I like this very much. Laughed out loud.