the difference between pepsi and coke

I tisdags var det introduktionsföreläsning för poesi-kursen jag läser just nu. Föreläsarna pratade om varsin favoritdikt och jag vet inte om det finns något roligare än att höra någon berätta om sin favoritdikt. Åh, det betyder så mycket! Dumma ord i ansträngd ordning med valfri/påtvingad mening.

Såklart började jag tänka på vilken dikt jag hade valt. Antagligen inte den här dikten, men det är åtminstone en av mina favoriter (sanning är att jag inte vet vilken jag hade valt).

The Difference Between Pepsi and Coke
av David Lehman

Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat
    intolerable feelings of inadequacy;
Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief impulse behind
    numerous marital infidelities;
Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés with confidence,
    breaks mother's plates in fights;
Buys when the market is too high, and panics during
    the inevitable descent;
Still, Pop can always tell the subtle difference
    between Pepsi and Coke,
Has defined the darkness of red at dawn, memorized
    the splash of poppies along
Deserted railway tracks, and opposed the war in Vietnam
    months before the students,
Years before the politicians and press; give him
    a minute with a road map
And he will solve the mystery of bloodshot eyes;
    transport him to mountaintop
And watch him calculate the heaviness and height
    of the local heavens;
Needs no prompting to give money to his kids; speaks
    French fluently, and tourists German;
Sings Schubert in the shower; plays pinball in Paris;
    knows the new maid steals, and forgives her.