Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label failure. Show all posts

Friday, November 13, 2015

Hiram and Success


Hiram's tried success, and he's tried failure.
By a slim margin, he prefers failure,
maybe because success softened it.
Thing is, success attracts envy
like a wet towel growing mold.
Success needles you with its secret
knowledge of luck and inequality.
It demands repetition of you as it
sips a martini
and listens to "Is That All There Is?"

Failure's more authentic, says Hiram.
It's the experimenter's genial friend.
It's God's way of telling you to grow up.

Like a slim tick, shame tries to attach
itself to failure, but Hiram knows
nobody has to put up with that shit.
You own your failure; it's a sad chair
you built, and only you sit in it.
Yeah, then you do something else, go on
to another foolish errand
in an infinite universe.


hans ostrom 2015




Wednesday, January 22, 2014

You've Been One of Those

After you don't, in fact, get it
done, or after they don't let you in,
you sit at a table and look across
at yourself. You stare, shrug, and smile.

For you know it's all been a comedy,
a practical joke:
you knocked on a door and produced
no sound, then found out
it was the wrong door anyway.

You then come to think that
you've been one of those
who sometimes help others
get what they want to do done,
who hear the knocking
and open up.


hans ostrom 2014

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Visit From a Sage


(image: W.C. Fields)
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Say You're a Failure
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Best just to blurt it out: "I'm a failure."
Other losing phrases will congregate
right away and get too close to you
as they announce themselves:
"I fell a bit short." "It just didn't
work out." "These things happen."
"It wasn't for want of trying." "If
that's what success is, I'd rather
fail." This last one engenders
many look-away glances and
urgent small-talk in the group.
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Now the place is empty again.
You invite a sage over. He takes
his bourbon neat. You ask,
"Is continuing to try and to fail
any better than giving up,
surrendering to failure?" "No,"
says the sage. "True, one gives
the impression of dignity or
perseverence by continuing
to try, but whom is one attempting
to impress, and why?"
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"I'm a failure. I failed," you say.
"Indeed," says the sage, now drunk.
He continues: "Saying so--the
proclamation, the confession--
that's what hurts. Otherwise,
failure is quite manageable.
You know, I really must bring
you a bottle sometime. I see
I've drunk up all your whiskey."
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Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Concerning Failure


Concerning Failure
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Of all the ways to fail,
trying to succeed has to be
the most interesting. You
get into a vehicle and go fast
west, stop, get out, and know
immediately you're east.
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I've pursued many goals
with grim determination
and ended up in a room
that held just grim
determination, a fly, and me.
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Meanwhile, success finds me,
or at least it may find you.
At first it seems too light
to be success. You test its
weight. You try to trace
its origin. You wonder what
part you played in its arrival,
exactly. You want to be sure.
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Finally you acknowledge that,
yes, success arrived. That's
success for you. It's different
from failure. At least that's
the theory anyway.
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Hans Ostrom 2009 Copyright 2009