Just wanted to note that Mary wrote this poem about the suicide of the writer Davis Foster Wallace.
Thanks for posting. I especially like the anger at the end, refusing to let them go and keeping them alive in memory.
Like even if he wanted to go, she won’t let him go all the way. That’s love.
Lovely poem. I really think David Foster Wallace could have ended up with a Nobel Price in Literature had he been able to go on.
“Otherwise-only-probable soul” is a great sort of DFW-ian turn of phrase.
Isn’t it? I’m sorry he died. Such a tragedy. Infinite Jest was a wild read.
It’s one of my favourite novels. If you haven’t already, his short stories and essays are also great reads. Good Old Neon from Oblivion:Stories particularly resonated with me.
Love all his books!
