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Psalm 61
I'm trying something new. Most everything on here has been snark/irony/or some related form of mockery. As an emerging adult, male, interested in literature I half-idolize David Foster Wallace. And so of course I love his bit about rebelling against the tyranny of irony—an anti-rebellion of credulity and sincerity. In order to help something that does not come naturally to me, I'm going to do this by "rewriting" a portion of a Psalm every once in a while. So here are 5 verses that I "reworked" from Psalm 61.
Psalm 61:1-5 (Common English Version) God, listen to my cry; pay attention to my prayer! 2 When my heart is weak, I cry out to you from the very ends of the earth. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I am 3 because you have been my refuge, a tower of strength in the face of the enemy. 4 Please let me live in your tent forever! Please let me take refuge in the shelter of your wings! Selah 5 Because you, God, have heard my promises; you’ve given mel the same possession as those who honor your name. Psalm 61:1-5 (Redone) God you don’t own noise cancelling headphones My heart combusts howling aches along every technical bandwidth concluding with some cursing at the sky. As I pray, law-abiding citizens try to destroy me. Is there a divine bunker somewhere? Impervious to bunker-busting missiles, with a pantry stocked for a nuclear winter, what is the passcode to this place? Every other refuge is but a pillow fort. God, you have seen my signatures, observed my checking of boxes, saying “I agree to the terms and conditions.” And you have heard my real promises, Gift me the shelter that dignitaries save for themselves.
497. I will not tell Ron and Hermione to get a room every time they start fighting, even if they want to.
498. -Nor will I say this to Harry and Snape.
499. -Or Harry and Draco.