No Room in his Workshop

This is a found poem from one of Faulkner's acceptance speeches that ended up not being at all related to the speech...

No room in his workshop

for

Love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice

He labors under a curse

--

No bones,                                                                                                 no scars

Not made as a man.

Create out of the materials a not man

 

Me

 

It is his privilege to help man

Last red and dying evening

A life’s work not for glory or for profit

The end of man

No longer problems of anguish and travail

Doom

When will I be?

Human heart (Not of the heart)

Human spirit (Lacking love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice)

Purpose and significance (Origin?)

The agony and the sweat (There are no longer problems)

He must teach himself (He must learn them again)

 

General and universal physical fear (puny inexhaustible voice)

Our tragedy today

Something which did not exist before

I feel.

Author's Note

I really like this poem but everyone I show it to has no idea what it's about...if you really wanna know message me. :)

Critiques always welcome!