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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Broadcaster's Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to broadcast at night<br>alone in a radio station<br>but I was never good at it<br>partly because my voice wasn't right<br>but mostly because my peculiar<br>metaphysical stupidity<br>made it impossible<br>for me to keep believing<br>their was somebody listening<br>when it seemed I was talking<br>only to myself in a room no bigger<br>than an ordinary bathroom<br>I could believe it for a while<br>and then I'd get somewhat<br>the same feeling as when you<br>start to suspect you're the victim<br>of a practical joke<br>So one part of me<br>was afraid another part<br>might blurt out something<br>about myself so terrible<br>that even I had never until<br>that moment suspected it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was like the fear<br>of bridges and other<br>high places: Will I take off my glasses<br>and throw them<br>into the water, although I'm<br>half blind without them?<br>Will I sneak up behind<br>myself and push?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another thing:<br>As a reporter<br>I covered an accident in which a train<br>ran into a car, killing<br>three young men, one of whom<br>was beheaded. The bodies looked <br>boneless, as such bodies do<br>More like mounds of rags<br>and inside the wreckage<br>where nobody could get at it<br>the car radio<br>was still playing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought about places<br>the disc jockey's voice goes<br>and the things that happen there<br>and of how impossible it would be for him<br>to continue if he really knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alden+Nowlan">Alden Nowlan</a><div class=q>
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alone in a radio station
but I was never good at it
partly because my voice wasn't right
but mostly because my peculiar
metaphysical stupidity
made it impossible
for me to keep believing
their was somebody listening
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