Artaud is my homeboy

About health and overcoming.

Miguel Adrover
1 min readSep 10, 2020


Agence de presse Meurisse / Public domain

There is no sick man that hasn’t grown.

Some people are meant
To spend their entelechy
In keeping themselves alive:

Talmudic gaze blessed by
Latanoprost Ophthalmic,
Dorzolamide Ophthalmic —

40 years old and Glaucus
Is rowdy in my eyeballs;

Cytokine storms rip rolls of text,
Like hurricanes ripping rolls of grass…

Desvenlafaxine, Azathioprine —
Pain and trembling,
So much predicated on that.

Keep on keeping on, I guess,
Pushing the chthonic stone,
I’ll name it JOY —

Each stone-loving lichen cell,
A teacher…each groove,
Un Gran Cañón*.

*a Grand Canyon.