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101 Reasons to Stop Writing: Confronting the pandemic delusion of talent


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Phemios
by Stephen Dobyns


Among the suitors, the poet was the worst—
drunk each night, cheating at dice, kicking
the old yellow dog. Even the suitors hated him—

a broken lute, amateur hexameters and singing
out of tune, but to send across the sea for another
was too great a bother, so the poet stayed on.

One would think when Odysseus showed up
to exact revenge the poet would be first to get it
in the neck, but as the hero stared down at this

piss-stained travesty of the muse, his verses
unpublished in the journals of Hellas, he decided
to let him live while slaughtering the rest. Who else

would spread his fame and sing of his noble victory,
albeit badly, who else would proclaim his deeds
from the marketplace to courtyards of kings?

Without this dabbler on the doorstep of the muse,
Odysseus' heroic action would be a vague whisper,
an unlikely rumor. So Odysseus sent him on his way

with gifts—fine linen to guarantee his invitation
to the best houses, sturdy sandals for the long road,
convincing hexameters, new strings for his lute.


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