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A Tale of Two Kirbies

In Absentia, The Poet Remains

By C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
This is an interview with Jack Kirby, comic great, about fighting in France during WWII. There's a great French documentary (Jack Kirby at War) about his war experience, and its influence on his life and works. This was the inspiration for the first poem.

Jack Kirby

The individual soldier

may be traumatized

by the pointless

tragedies of life,

but what he makes thereof

may be a great wonder,

even a gift

that he gives

to the world

that otherwise

would never

have materialized.

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Eternity

When one is eternal one must sometimes hide things from one's temporal self in order that one may act in accordance with the will one is to work on the temporal plane. Otherwise, one would not be able to follow through with the necessary course of action, being too aware of the pain which one has invited.

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Kirby

Lines of force were drawn, eating us as we eat ourselves as we live in this, die in this, love for this and lie for this, we never find a way out of this, and everything we consume consumes us in turn, for this, for this unbridled ecstasy to bloom.

I saw this drawing of a Kirby Burger while having dinner with the kids at Five Guys. The cutest existential horror I've ever seen...

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Forthwith!

We think the act so sudden, but it was long anticipated by the one who worked the will, while the hand seemed to move unconsciously and the mind invented stories to deny its complicity. Here we are now! Entertain us! Forthwith!

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DIOGENES

In your pursuit of perfection, don’t fall down, no, not down, not out, NOT ALLOWED in your pursuit of perfection! I choose to lay here, wallowing in my pathos, but you? You are on your way! The sunlight feels good on my skin, but of course, everybody knows I’m a waste and a mongrel, but you? No, not you, you’ve no time for “a wretch like me”! Your shadow will cast itself long and loud across centuries, so why steal my one and only precious resource by lingering too long on your road to progress? Nay, good sir, stand away, good sir, get out of my light! I pray, good sir, that one day, good sir, you learn to make no difference, to simply stop needing to be right.

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C. Rommial Butler

C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.

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    Written by C. Rommial Butler