Day: July 24, 2017

Perfection is a Stick With Which to Beat the Possible

A poem by Kilian McDonnell for a midsummer Monday. Perfection, Perfection I have had it with perfection. I have packed my bags, I am out of here. Gone.   As certain as rain will make you wet, perfection will do you in.   It droppeth not as dew upon the summer grass to give liberty and green joy.   Perfection straineth out the quality of mercy, withers rapture at its birth.   Before the battle is half begun, cold probity thinks it can’t be won, concedes the war.   I’ve handed in my notice, given back my keys, signed my severance check, I quit.   Hints I could have taken: Even the perfect chiseled form of Michelangelo’s radiant David squints,   the Venus de Milo has no arms, the Liberty Bell is cracked. We’ve all known grumpy perfectionists “who hold that anything less than total victory is failure, a premise that makes it easy to give up at the start or to disparage the victories that are possible.  This is Earth.  It will never be …