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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Skeleton, My Rival</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton. <br>It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it <br>with me—this other thing I will become at death, <br>and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk, <br>my rival. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What will the living see of me <br>if they should open my grave but my bones <br>that will stare at them through hollow sockets <br>and bared teeth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I write this to warn my friends <br>not to be shocked at my changed attitude <br>toward them, but to be aware <br>that I have it in me to be someone <br>other than I am, and I write to ask forgiveness <br>that death is not wholesome for friendships, <br>that bones do not talk, have no quarrel with me, <br>do not even know I exist. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A machine called skeleton will take my place <br>in the minds of others when I am dead <br>among the living, and that machine <br>will make it obvious that I have died <br>to be identified by bones <br>that have no speech, no thought, no mind <br>to speak of having let themselves be carried <br>once around in me, as at my service <br>at the podium or as I lay beside my love <br>or when I held my child at birth <br>or embraced a friend or shook a critic's hand <br>or held a pen to sign a check or book <br>or wrote a farewell letter to a love <br>or held my penis at the bowl <br>or lay my hand upon my face at the mirror <br>and approved of it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There is Ignatow, it will be said, <br>looking down inside the open grave. <br>I'll be somewhere in my poems, I think, <br>to be mistaken for my bones, but There's Ignatow <br>will be said. I say to those who persist, <br>just read what I have written. <br>I'll be there, held together by another kind <br>of structure, of thought and imagery, <br>mind and matter, love and longing, tensions <br>opposite, such as the skeleton requires <br>to stand upright, to move with speed, <br>to sit with confidence, my friend the skeleton <br>and I its friend, shielding it from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Ignatow">David Ignatow</a><div class=q>
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It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it 
with me—this other thing I will become at death, 
and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk, 
my rival. 


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