A very good poet whom I follow on Twitter who goes by the handle @alanlovespoetry posted the below recently:
Resume Once I am dead will it matter if it was a stabbing or a stroke at 53 does it matter that only mom saw me graduate that at 18 I made so many nice people cry no math in it it adds up exactly to nothing no alphabet not even enough for one good poem. Before I plunge any further let me say first off that I love this poem. Second I have no idea if my Twitter "followee" is writing any grain of truth either in the events or in his philosophy (Alan, if you want to weigh in, please be my guest, if not we'll leave the mystery!). However, as a point of comparison it is excellent! My grandmother worried about this as long as I knew her - the adding up after her death. She tried to do everything she could so that the math added to something greater than zero. I think it does, but not in the way she presented her hopes. The sum is what is left and that is the memories the "survivors" carry with them. It may end up being transient, a generation, two, maybe three, but it does, in my mind, add up to something greater than nothing. And it does matter, each of those pieces, because each affected others to a greater or lesser extent which caused a ripple through time that would not have been there, Alan, Grandma, unless you were there.
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Alan Mitnick
6/21/2018 10:00:34 pm
Hi Greg, each stanza is built on a grain of truth-several, in fact. There’s a spiritual part of me which helped shape the poem, I will add here, but otherwise what you state in your essay dovetails quite well with what I was getting at. Thank you for using the poem as a launching point for your fine thoughts. -Alan
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