Secure in my authenticity
I thought I’d avoided that trap
which had ensnared so many of my generation–
the safety of ironic distance–
until I realized that
I ironically liked myself
Not taking myself seriously
seemed a better solution
than the narcissism of
taking myself too seriously
but the end result was the same:
Defanging myself in obeisance to
those devotees of ressentiment for whom
the absence of devotion
is the presence of the uncanny
that cannae be countenanced