The Secret. Again.

That's what I love about this vast, inter-linked, ever-expanding, always enlightening web we call Pop Culture. David Foster Wallace brings me to Mary Karr and Mary Karr brings me to Miroslav Holub.

Ode to Joy

You only love

when you love in vain

Try another radio probe

when ten have failed,

take two hundred rabbits

when a hundred have died:

only this is science.

You ask the secret.

It has just one name:

again.

Miroslav Holub