An 'Ernaux' Book Spine Poem

I remain in darkness, simple passion, A Man’s place, A Woman’

Nonsense

The market for nonsense is infinite. Somehow the appeal of fake certainty

Memory in the blood

Where do we go when we yearn for something beyond actual memory,

Acceptance

I accept that tastes change, and my favorite readings will someday be

Archived Lives

Our family archives are like maps that haunt and guide us toward

Know your own bone

Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you

Something more ecstatic

I think poets live in a world that is maybe a tissue-

I would tell my younger self

That nothing good ever goes down a straight road. You have to

The crisis

Is specifically a middle-aged crisis. It comes after decades of world-

The category of interesting

Interesting begins as a feeling of not knowing exactly what we are

Uploading the mind --infecting dreams

It's not worth it

The modern world is full of things to panic about, be sad