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When Writers Retire

By on June 22, 2015
Original text, with subtraction via Sharpie.

Original text, with subtraction via Sharpie.

Last novel, he finally announced
the end of the line,
that critical spur most public
figures walk away from.

Fame, the question of what comes next,
is less a job one can leave
than proof that one sees the world
a certain way, something illogical
declaring metaphor.

Each year, deliver with death
summer, inspiration, story;
act as missionary to the struggle to survive
apocalypse.

Having told
of human mortality through the lens
of ultimate death, there is nothing left
to write that he will like.

[NOTE: Found/blackout poem crafted from a TIME article titled “Full Stop,” as written by Daniel D’Addario about readers feeling the void when great writers decide to retire.]

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