The First Rule of LivingA Poem by Marie Anzalonean exercise exploring the theme of satisfactionWe have canonized cruelty and demonized compassion. We have forgotten the first rule of living- that the results of what we do with hands, hearts, minds, bodies- should above all be, on some level, satisfying.
We have elevated the repo man from the call center above the woman who prepares our children for grade school. You get paid more for emotionally manipulating people to buy what they neither want, nor need- cheap crap from China, cheap icons and pills, cheaper religious fairytales and their stories of damnation for the sin of being human-
than for inspiring someone, or creating the food and love and words and ideas and art that nourish the very soul of the world. In replacing connection with consumption, at the end of a long day, only a rich person can feel like he was productive. When life holds no satisfaction from the practice of humanity, it is so easy:
To tell the artist to work for free. To tell your neighbor, she will go to hell. To call the teacher, a lazy freeloader. To destroy the hopes of children. To misinterpret the words and actions of the foreigner in your town. To tell your partner, I only want sex from your body; not love, from your mind and heart and life.
We become bitter, and closed, only ever satisfied when everyone else is as unfulfilled as the person you see in the mirror, at the end of every night; telling you about how much you could have been, could have done, could have loved- all the books you could have written- had life only let you.
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1 Review Added on April 19, 2018 Last Updated on April 19, 2018 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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