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Lobster Shoes

*“Since pain is a totally subjective mental experience"

"we do not have direct access"

"to anyone or anything’s pain"

 

"but our own;"

"and even just the principles"

"by which we can infer"

 

"that others experience pain"

"and have a legitimate interest in not feeling pain"

"involve ******** philosophy—"

 

"metaphysics, epistemology, value theory, ethics.”*

 

- From Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace

 

David I've considered it and

I think she might laugh if she read

that a version of her

briny and spined

pint sized

now resides in the depths of my mind,

She might laugh

at my comparison of her

to a hideous sea spider

 

but it’s because, as you say,

one can neither comprehend the pain

of an exquisitely tactile lobster in a *** of boiling water,

nor walk a mile in it's eight lilliputian shoes

 

So I am left to wonder

what it might mean or not mean to her

in her armoured yet acute exoskeleton

to have quit school and

be back to her fathers house

on Prince Edward Island.

and what I'd want to tell her is:

 

They might try to butter you up,

bridle your anger with blue rubber bands,

Use their wooden spoons

to nudge your thrashing, clinging arms

back into the ***

 

but as we know,

lobsters can live to be over one hundred years old

and grow to be over twenty pounds in size

which is very large for an aquatic insect

and they are marine crustaceans of the family Homaridae,

characterized by five pairs of jointed legs,

the first pair terminating in large pincerish claws

 

I know she knows how to use them.

Which reminds me of something else you said:

"Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it."

A feeling I can understand

Though I'm no more lobster

than she

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Written by
laura-jane
Published
Sep 24, 2015
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Notes

Re-worked from a piece I wrote earlier this year

Quotes are from Consider The Lobster and Infinite Jest by DFW

Tags
#love#hope#funny#friendship
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