- Wrong
Everybody’s been wrong. Aristotle. Lucretius. Tolstoy. You name it. They all jabbed and prodded the universe’s seams
for answers and came up with diddly-squat half the time. As Michael Jordan once said, “I missed half my shots,” which suggests wrongness
is right in a way. I’m not thinking here about those serendipitous mistakes like penicillin, but for-real boo-boos,
like the time you told a young girl she was the sun, which she took to mean corpulent, and fled. Imagine we were never wrong:
Wouldn’t our prized humanity suffer something ineradicable, a loss of stature somehow embedded within
our very inconsequence? Isn’t it wrong to be right all the time, to be sure and sufficient as a stone, inhuman
at the very least, monstrous at worst? No doubt, the preceding sentence is wrong— too long, baroque, a bit too self-knowing
(a bit like this one)—but perhaps you sense how hard it is trying to make itself a body in this world. Truth is, we’re wrong
just through existing, by being carbon-based nodes of thought capable of dreaming eternity we’ve aggrieved the cosmos, [End Page 2]
inserting ourselves into this fraught stew of always-expiring stars and life-forms that ache, in our eyes, for a transcendence
that transmutes into gold. And, really, what’s wrong with that? If we are located at the crux of meaning and nonmeaning,
shouldn’t we revel, in what time we have, in whatever enlivens our brief days in our skins? Shouldn’t we, tumultuous
with loss, lose ourselves in this crazed hubbub that calls itself a world? Isn’t it wrong not to—not to bite the succulent fruit
of every morning, let the juice trickle like liquid amber down our throats, and take a crazy, death-enraptured joy in what
propels us forward into every storm, which is always the weather of our lives and is, inevitably, right as rain? [End Page 3]
Robert J. Levy is a writer and editor living in New York City. His books of poetry are Whistle Maker (1986), In the Century of Small Gestures (2000), and All These Restless Ghosts (2015). His work has appeared in Poetry, Paris Review, Kenyon Review, Georgia Review, and many other magazines, and he is a former NEA Fellowship winner.