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Investigating loneliness with Matthew Rohrer

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Yardena Schwersky
Sep 19, 2022
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Hello friends,

Welcome to the Sad Poets Society. This month we’re talking about loneliness. I’ve seen this poem by Matthew Rohrer before. Every time I read it, though, it gives me that tingly sense of truth that some poetry imparts. Before I get into it too much, let’s read “There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier.”

There Is Absolutely Nothing Lonelier

There is absolutely nothing lonelier
than the little Mars rover
never shutting down, digging up
rocks, so far away from Bond street
in a light rain. I wonder
if he makes little beeps? If so
he is lonelier still. He fires a laser
into the dust. He coughs. A shiny
thing in the sand turns out to be his.

Matthew Rohrer (2014)

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