Dropping Names

To go unnoticed is good, though mostly we forget
          and silently crave attention, fame,
the need to be seen, to be adored even, above all others—how
          stupid, how vulgar. Listen to rain's patter on your hut
away from everyone. If you have any need to drop a name,
          rub elbows, hobnob with the likes of demigod Solitude
or the clement deity of the rain. Such company is fit
          for a king or some unseen local god
whose name's long forgotten or, thankfully, never known.

                                                  George of Corkus (TRANS)

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from The Raintown Review
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