So typical of all our tinkering, This golden age of postponing The inevitable has its brimstone Lining: everyone dies a burden. This terminus, once usual, now Near-universal, casts its grim Light on the grief and the relief Of any survivor, who would not be
Well-wrought. True, too, so far as it goes. “Grace” may be read in at least two ways here, putting the poet’s intent to one side (if necessary)(and it may not be). We have wisdom from ancient pagans, from stoic, and from twenty centuries of Christendom that contemplation of impending death, can, may, should, lead to a more wisely led life beforehand. So, thank you for helping us do that. Prayers from here for you and yours and the peaceful rest of your wife.
I like this poem, it's one of Moldbug's better ones (not to say they aren't all good). But the question is: will he ever write a poem that rhymes?
I would pay like $100 to see a rhyming Moldbug poem, it would be epic and permanently improve my quality of life. I could check back on regular occasions to look at and admire it.
The Lightness
Well-wrought. True, too, so far as it goes. “Grace” may be read in at least two ways here, putting the poet’s intent to one side (if necessary)(and it may not be). We have wisdom from ancient pagans, from stoic, and from twenty centuries of Christendom that contemplation of impending death, can, may, should, lead to a more wisely led life beforehand. So, thank you for helping us do that. Prayers from here for you and yours and the peaceful rest of your wife.
I like this poem, it's one of Moldbug's better ones (not to say they aren't all good). But the question is: will he ever write a poem that rhymes?
I would pay like $100 to see a rhyming Moldbug poem, it would be epic and permanently improve my quality of life. I could check back on regular occasions to look at and admire it.
Please please please please please please please.