Will Not Get With the Times by Bogdan Dragos

The side blurry profile of a bare chested man covering his ears with the palms of his hands
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he just wanted to write

Very old-school character

Used pencils and paper

But the city

wouldn’t let him. The city outside

his four walls stood like

a sea of noise

against his dreams

“Listen,” his wife said, “these days

they don’t even accept snail mail

submissions. You have to get

with the times. It’s done digitally,

by e-mail today. Can you understand

this? Are you listening?”

“Listening?” he snapped. “Oh, I am

listening, dear. I sure am.

Even when my ears are covered

and plugged. I am still

listening. Because there is no

fucking way to

evade the noise! No crevice in

this place is silent anymore. It’s

hell! Hell is the city,

hell is the noise, the screaming,

the crying, the gnashing of teeth.”

She got out of the room,

knowing that any further persuasion

would be futile,

and returned to the living room

couch where the newspaper was left

opened at the job market pages. It’s been

over twenty years since her husband

had written a good book, a book

that actually found a home with a publishing

house. Over twenty years. And he’d been

trying to

get back into the scene once more. For

over twenty years.

Perhaps the world no longer wanted

to hear stories about

how capitalism raped humanity as a whole

and anecdotes about consumerism

and the defiling of mother nature’s body

The world was

his enemy now

The city surrounding him especially

It was an enemy he could not

hope to fight physically

so he moved the battlefield to the

intellectual realm

and kept writing against

the world and

against the city

and would do so for the rest of his life

Which won’t be that long,

his wife concluded

after she found out that he’d dismembered

the computer she bought for him

and screwed the biggest screws he

could find into his eardrums

The pain and the bleeding

helped him

write even better though

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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16 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan writes of comfort and familiarity but in the most uncomfortable way. Shutting out the noise and turning inwards has been given a new look and feeling. Screw those ears – this can be taken in the literal and nonliteral way. Holding onto one’s beliefs is important but at what cost. I think writers better keep themselves up to date or else the creative mind will take over and who knows what can happen.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. (・ワ・)ノ Thank you!

      You’re right, beware the artist whose creative mind takes over :))

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    2. This was twisted enjoyed every word we as creators gotta take of our own physical and mental health Bless It. That’s serious business 🙏🏼❤️‍🩹🙏🏼❤️‍🩹🙏🏼❤️‍🩹

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      1. Haha, thanks! (・◡・)

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      2. Take care of our own physical and mental health 🚨correction 🚨

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  2. Impressive! So full of angst.

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    1. I do like to read about struggling artists who are also struggling with life outside their work (relationships, family, etc). It’s all nice and pretty as long as it all stays in the realm of fiction…
      (ʘ‿ʘ)

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  3. jonicaggiano says:

    Well I already assumed you are one smart intellectual based on the job you do and the nature of your writing. I really enjoyed this piece, I liked the way your started with the noise, proceeded to all the things wrong with this earth, and how they scream at us if we let them. The craziness we live in with all the things you mentioned, and you can add war to that list now as well. Great writing, I love how you covered such a multitude of topics in one piece. Congratulations on another very interesting read. Sending big hugs, Joni

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    1. (/¯◡ ‿ ◡)/¯ Thank you! The job I do would be quite mind-numbing if I wasn’t using it to constantly dig for new ideas for writings :)) I believe artists are better off with boring jobs rather than exciting ones. Boredom invites creativity and can also motivate you to work harder on your dreams so you can get out of it one day.

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        Well I agree in many ways but you have to be pretty applied to watch for card counters or cheaters. Your just a super smart guy. I can’t imagine working and trying to write. I get my inspiration from nature. It certainly is working for you Dragos. Great story. Loved it. Big hugs and thank for my cool emoji. 🤗🤗🦋🦋

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  4. TruthTeller says:

    I feel the same way about my ears sometimes…

    This is a great illustration of what happens when you give up on actualising your philosophies.

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    1. Me too :)) I usually have a problem with loud noises and prefer silence. For example, at work I prefer silence over music (even if the music is good). But also, I try to actualize my philosophies and get with the times :)) I won’t make a scene and blame noisemakers if I don’t have silence.
      ヽ(°◇° )ノ

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  5. Midian Poet says:

    Bogdan, congrats! Like Your style, use of words, story inside, good work !

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    1. Oh, thanks a lot, my friend! Very much appreciated 🙂

      (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

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  6. Funerals are only arranged digitally now. He’s gonna be lost……..

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