in this paperback,
douglas coupland says thanks to
john, elizabeth, ian,
james, james (another), kevin,
jane, judith, louis, nathan, michael, ian (another).
in an audiobook earlier today,
a three minute roll call of
person after person after person.
it went on forever. james clear,
you didn’t have to thank everyone
for influencing atomic habits. but
i suppose it’s a good habit that you do.
all these books with all these
i’m not acknowledging shit.
not the women who inspired the love poems.
not the other poets i enjoy, definitely not
the other poets i don’t enjoy—louise gluck,
i’ve decided, just isn’t for me.
not the maytag air conditioner in
the window of my room. acknowledgements
are tricky in this way, you see.
if i thank the a/c, then i must thank
con ed for powering it, but the
unsustainable power generation of
the world’s electricity is not something
i enjoy thinking about—it reminds me that
i am a pest to this planet, using up
resources left and right.
like the world’s problems,
acknowledgements are tricky, tricky,
so i don’t acknowledge shit.