Antilamentation: Regret Nothing.

 

 

“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.” ~ Jorge Luis Borges

I have a hard time letting go.

People, places, mistakes, they’re like ghosts or like water, flooding my mind, swelling my head. They come back to haunt me on rainy days with the bittersweet symphony of the shouldn’t, wouldn’t or couldn’t

So I was asking myself the other day, “Tell me Self, is there anything more desolate than the science of regret, the sound of my own voice in my head reverberating against walls I didn’t mean to build, but now I can’t unbuild?”

Don’t ignore me Self.

“Yes,” Self finally replied. “Forgetting the chances you did take, the truth that was good enough to be spoiled, the story that captivated you enough to make you feel interrupted… a silent happiness perhaps, but loud enough to make you miss it when it stops talking. The stories that regret erased, and now you’re wasting ink on wasted ink.”

Self continued: 

“Maybe, there are no mistakes, but only poor(er) choices, no right or wrong, only selection, no good or bad, only choice. No adjectives, really, only nouns, You, Me, Lifeology. No failure. Regret is like an unending funeral of undead things…”

But, not knowing what to say, I kept quiet. 

And a few memories later, as if by magic—or the mysterious doings of all higher Selves—I may have just encountered my favorite living poet. And she may have written this Antilamentation just for me.

And you, Sad Self on the other side of this screen,  may just need to hear it.

 

 

Antilamentation

By Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.


Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.


Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living-room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.


You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.


You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.


You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation.

 

Relax.

 

Don’t bother remembering
any of it.

 

Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

 

 

*****

 

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{Let’s stop here.}

 

 

Andrea Balt
Co-Founder/Editor-in-Chief of Rebelle Society, Wellness Alchemist at Rebelle Wellness & Creativity Curator at Creative Rehab. Unfinished book with a love for greens, bikes and poetry; raised by wolves & adopted by people; not trying to make art but to Be Art. Holds a BA in Journalism & Mass Communication, an MFA in Creative Writing & a Holistic Health Coach degree from the Institute for Integrative Nutrition®. In her work she tries to reflect the wholeness of the human experience by combining Art & Health + Brains & Beauty + Darkness & Brilliance into a more alive, unabridged and unlimited edition of ourselves. She is also on a quest to reinstate Creativity as one of our essential Human Rights to (hopefully and soon) be included in the UN Declaration. Connect with her in the Social Media Jungle via Facebook, Twitter & Instagram and sign up for her FREE Almost-Weekly Stroke of Renaissance.
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