Poem Tuesdays; Crank

This is an excerpt from the book "Crank".

No more paper,
nothing left to clean,
thanked god for the
Jerry springer marathon
six great hours, filled
with pitiful people,
whose lives were way
worse than my own
Hard to believe
the world is such
A screwed-up place

I don't know how you read this poem, but I interpret it as disappearing into something and realising that you don't need to. If you read the book, you will notice that in that context this is not the case, at least from my point of view.

How do you interpret it?

Bye the way, if you are a reader of this book and want to find it, I can tell you it's after she met the monster.

Poem Tuesdays; Ecstatic

It's time to get our weekly poetry, so we can feel cultural and insightful!
I just now discovered Emily Dickinson and her beautiful poetry. I hope you will enjoy her, just as I do.


Ecstatic by Emily Dickinson

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years -
Bitter contested farthings -
And Coffers heaped with Tears!

Translated into danish, where it makes a whole lot more sense to me:
(Just in case anybody is interested in the danish language)

For hvert sekunds ekstase
Må vi gi' en smerte til tak
I skarp og skælvende forhold til
hvor dybt vi drak.

Og hver af de elskede timer
skal betales når vi får råd
med mange bidende bitre år
og kister fulde af gråd.

Next Poem Tuesday I think it will be a quote.