A Pessimist’s Manifesto

by David Blumenfeld / November 1, 2026 / Poetry / strange!

david faking distress

© David Blumenfeld

pushed shoved forced (Heidegger says thrown) through that bloody slimy far too narrow channel 

into a cheerless world amid mama’s groans grunts gasps inter faeces et urinam nascimur we are 

born between shit and piss says Augustine (though where is the reference) some think it was 

Clairvaux who also snarled in snappy Latin too long to quote — man is but stinking sperm 

a shit sack food of worms — before which ceaseless striving grief gore guilt remorse       

regret the agen bite of inwit fear frenzy fright sorrow stench degeneration disease 

decay depression dejection despair devastation panic plaintive plangency apathy 

ennui anger rage roiling resentment bile broken-heartedness love-unrequited 

senseless striving murder mayhem injustice punishment without crime 

or recompense torture torment meaningless meandering days weeks 

years lives lost loved ones deadliest deterioration disconsolation 

disillusionment tears an endless vale relentless rot-filled then 

soon Vale! Farewell! though few fare well no heaven no 

emerging from the cave only empty oblivion bare 

nothingness needless nullity what has it been 

constant crushing conatus as we go about 

life say those from Schopenhauer to 

Benatar the cradle rocking above 

an abyss our existence an 

anguished crack of con-

sciousnesss between 

two eternities of

darkness

 

EEW!


David Blumenfeld resumed writing poetry after more than forty years. Since 2022, he has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize three times. One of his pieces received a “notable essay” commendation in The Best American Essays 2023, and another appeared in The Best American Haiku 2023. Davidcblumenfeld.com

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