Yes, it’s Disappearance Day, May 23, which is truly in poor taste, but it’s going to get worse. Or better. The thing about Buddhism is, you never know. So I need a poem to commemorate D-Day. I go to Ring of Bone, the collected poems, haven’t opened it in some time, and I see there’s a ticket bookmark in it. I open to the page, where the first poem I see is the one below, and the ticket is for a play called Life Sucks. Doesn’t get any better than that in this context! Or worse! Who can say? I have no recollection of the play whatsoever, it was that memorable, but I look it up, it’s a riff on Uncle Vanya. Well, OK! Lew was always pretty damn Chekhovian, wasn’t he? So I key it into Bing Translate and get to work:

This is the gist of the child. 
I do not know when it was.  
Being aware in this way, community introductions 
are particularly important in certain tasks.  
I would like to ask you, how are you doing? 
(Tibetan, Urdu, Sanskrit, Chinese Literary, Japanese} 

This text is verbatim right down to the punctuation. It was disgorged in a block; I had to lineate it, which simply involved breaking one long sentence, and if “breaking one long sentence” sounds like pure Meat-essence of D-Day, well, there you go.

I will note also that the playwright has a riff on The Seagull called Stupid F*cking Bird, and what is more Welchian than that? Nothing! Or possibly everything. What matters is, community introductions are important, BTR will always find Mind again, and, by the way, how are you doing?