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    Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows): A Collection of Poetry, Prose, Ideas, Confessions, Lyrics and Other Things
    Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows): A Collection of Poetry, Prose, Ideas, Confessions, Lyrics and Other Things
    Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows): A Collection of Poetry, Prose, Ideas, Confessions, Lyrics and Other Things
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    Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows): A Collection of Poetry, Prose, Ideas, Confessions, Lyrics and Other Things

    By Kieran Graulich

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    How does anxiety and depression affect our perception of and experience of reality? Sort of a loaded and esoteric question, perhaps one to be answered through loaded and esoteric poetry and stories. Through the art of free form poetry and literature, Kieran Graulich explores the nuances of anxiety through the lens of a confused, depressed everyman who asks the questions we may be too afraid to ask ourselves, but rest at the bottom of our heads: Do we really matter? What does our place in this world mean? Why can we feel so small yet so important at the same time? To put it bluntly, what and why does it mean to BE, and how does anxiety affect our relationship with being and conceiving reality? Features work of Graulich's from 2013-2015, detailing personal and fictional experiences with a multitude of subjects (heartbreak, social anxiety, eating disorders, homeless people, bright peppy stuff like that) that are all tied together under one theme of exploration and unsureness. Fun for the whole family!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateOct 10, 2015
    ISBN9781483559520
    Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows): A Collection of Poetry, Prose, Ideas, Confessions, Lyrics and Other Things

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      Shouldn't You Be Proud? (Or, Fantastic Heights and Dizzying Lows) - Kieran Graulich

      I?

      You Used a Painting in Your Court Case: A Discourse on Truth

      You used a painting in your court case

      Your story became my gospel

      I wish that I could see without prism shades

      I can shed my skin, but will still feel cold

      I saw you burnt into the wall

      Your silhouette etched into the background of my iris

      I still sit in that corner

      Rest my head against your ghost

      A million realities

      A thousand of the same day

      I turned a mirror to the jury

      They say, "What do you see?"

      Spider eyes

      Poly sides

      Kaleidoscopic social suicide

      A shattered mirror shows too many of me

      You kill the butterflies in my eyes

      You make my head stand still

      I get dizzy when it comes to me all at once

      I can’t be aware of everything

      And sure of nothing

      Jay Gatsby and the Brooklyn Lights

              (A Night on the Williamsburg Bridge Staring at the J Train)

      In the days after the revolution

      We walked across the bridge

      Newly tattooed graffiti

      Illuminating the dim granite skyline

      They read:

      Look away

      Having fun yet?

      Go back home

      Go back home

      I grasp the handrails

      And off in the distance

      I see the lights

      Of the Verrazano

      Blinking red lights

      That are eyes

      On off on off

      They are staring at me

      They are disappointed

      They feel alone

      They are screaming.

      Having fun yet?

      The J Train runs by

      I think

      I’m pretty sure

      On off on off on off on off

      Go back home

      Unable to break my stare

      And in that moment the J train passes

      The most sickening silence

      I have ever heard in my life

      The screams have ceased

      In their wake

      The flashing of two lights on a bridge

      Silently pleading

      Go back home

      On off

      Look away

      I’m sorry

      On that bridge

      I felt the weight go out

      From underneath me

      The shit that makes people jump

      You nomad

      On off on off on off

      This is far from my home

      Far from a hug

      A touch

      A warm kiss

      A suburban backyard

      Look away

      But I felt home

      In those lights

      I saw it

      Maybe

      That was why it was so excruciating

      On off

      Having fun yet?

      And I stood there

      As close to home

      As I could get

      And I realized

      When I grasped on those rails

      I was banging on the bars of my cage

      And I stared

      And I stared

      Until all I saw

      All that was

      Was the two lights and me

      No bridge, no sky, no sea

      On off on off on off on off

      I’m sorry

      Come back home

      Keep Hephaestus Waiting, at Home: A Love Poem, of Which I Don’t Write Many (No Good at Em!)

      (or Love Through Completion)

      I saw you once

      In a dream

      My breast was abound

      With lovesick nausea

      She wrapped her hands around my neck

      Her scarlet nails

      Seemed to lock into place on my skin

      My hand

      Seemed to fit into the lull of her cheekbone

      Cradled in her frame

      Her phantom form fit snugly into my clutches

      I seldom kissed you

      I brushed my hand against the curves of your

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