The Atrophy of Private LIfe

By Jennifer Moxley b. 1964 Jennifer Moxley
In the heavy fashion magazines strewn here and there around the house the photos of objects and people mouth the word “money,” but you, assuming no one wants you anymore, mishear the message as “meaning.” Arousal follows. The lives of the rich are so fabulous! The destruction of the poetical lies heavily on their hands, as on their swollen notion that we are always watching. There is nothing behind the mask. Nothing suffocating under its pressure, no human essence trying to get out.
     Awareness, always awareness. Don’t you see how these elaborate masks are turning you into a zombie? The private life is not for the eye but for the endless interior. It is trying to push all this crap aside and find the missing line. Nobody, least of all the future, cares about the outcome of this quest.
      It is easy to lose, through meddling or neglect, an entire aspect of existence. And sometimes, to cultivate a single new thought, you need not only silence but an entirely new life.

Jennifer Moxley, "The Atrophy of Private LIfe" from The Line. Copyright © 2007 by Jennifer Moxley.  Reprinted by permission of Post-Apollo Press.

Source: The Line (The Post-Apollo Press, 2007)

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Poet Jennifer Moxley b. 1964

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Living, The Mind, Arts & Sciences, Philosophy, Social Commentaries, Popular Culture

Poetic Terms Prose Poem