This has always been one my favorites. It is a couple stanzas from David Berman's poem "Self-Portrait at 28." I want to write like this guy. I was told once, back in college studying writing, that wanting to write like a particular writer means you are still trying to find your own voice. Either way, Berman has striking poses, simple talking to you personal face to face and has an air of dry sardonic honest with a hint of melancholy humor. I pretty much just love this guy.
"It is a certain hill
the one I imagine when I hear the word "hill"
and if the apocalypse turns out
to be a world-wide nervous breakdown
if our five billion minds collapse at once
well I'd call that a surprise ending
and this hill would still be beautiful
a place I wouldn't mind dying
alone or with you.
I am trying to get at something
and I want to talk very plainly to you
so that we are both comforted by the honesty.
You see there is a window by my desk
I stare out when I am stuck
though the outdoors has rarely inspired me to write
and I don't know why I keep staring at it."
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