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David Foster Wallace (February 21, 1962 – September 12, 2008) was an American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and university professor of English and creative writing. Wallace's 1996 novel Infinite Jest was cited by Time magazine as one of the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to 2005. His posthumous novel, The Pale King (2011), was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2012. The Los Angeles Times's David Ulin called Wallace "one of the most influential and innovative writers of the last twenty years".Wallace grew up in Illinois and attended Amherst College. He taught English at Emerson College, Illinois State University, and Pomona College. After struggling with depression for many years, he died by suicide in 2008, at age 46. Early life and education David Foster Wallace was born in Ithaca, New York, to Sally Jean Wallace (née Foster) and James Donald Wallace. The family moved to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, where he was raised along with his younger sister, Amy Wallace-Havens. His father was a philosophy professor at University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign. His mother was an English professor at Parkland College, a community college in Champaign, which recognized her work with a "Professor of the Year" award in 1996. From fourth grade, Wallace lived with his family in Urbana, where he attended Yankee Ridge Elementary School, Brookens Junior High School and Urbana High School.As an adolescent, Wallace was a regionally ranked junior tennis player. He wrote about this period in the essay "Derivative Sport in Tornado Alley", originally published in Harper's Magazine as "Tennis, Trigonometry, Tornadoes". Although his parents were atheists, Wallace twice attempted to join the Catholic Church, but "flunk[ed] the period of inquiry". He later attended a Mennonite church.Wallace attended Amherst College, his father's alma mater, where he majored in English and philosophy and graduated summa cum laude in 1985. Among other extracurricular activities, he participated in glee club; his sister recalls that he "had a lovely singing voice". In studying philosophy, Wallace pursued modal logic and mathematics, and presented in 1985 a senior thesis in philosophy and modal logic that was awarded the Gail Kennedy Memorial Prize and posthumously published as Fate, Time, and Language: An Essay on Free Will (2010).Wallace adapted his honors thesis in English as the manuscript of his first novel, The Broom of the System (1987), and committed to being a writer. He told David Lipsky: "Writing The Broom of the System, I felt like I was using 97 percent of me, whereas philosophy was using 50 percent." Wallace completed a Master of Fine Arts degree in creative writing at the University of Arizona in 1987. He moved to Massachusetts to attend graduate school in philosophy at Harvard University, but soon left the program. Later life In the early 1990s, Wallace was in a relationship with writer Mary Karr. She later described Wallace as obsessive about her and said the relationship was volatile, with Wallace once throwing a coffee table at her and once forcing her out of a car, leaving her to walk home. Years later, she said that Wallace's biographer D. T. Max underreported Wallace's abuse. Of Max's account of their relationship, she tweeted, "That's about 2% of what happened." She said that Wallace kicked her, climbed up the side of her house at night, and followed her 5-year-old son home from school.In 2002, Wallace met the painter Karen L. Green, whom he married on December 27, 2004. Wallace struggled with depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, and suicidal tendencies, and was repeatedly hospitalized for psychiatric care. In 1989, he spent four weeks at McLean Hospital—a psychiatric institute in Belmont, Massachusetts, affiliated with Harvard Medical School—where he completed a drug and alcohol detoxification program. He later said his time there changed his life.Dogs were important to Wallace, and he spoke of opening a shelter for stray canines. According to his friend Jonathan Franzen, he "had a predilection for dogs who'd been abused, and [were] unlikely to find other owners who were going to be patient enough for them". Work Career The Broom of the System (1987) garnered national attention and critical praise. In The New York Times, Caryn James called it a "manic, human, flawed extravaganza ... emerging straight from the excessive tradition of Stanley Elkin's The Franchiser, Thomas Pynchon's V., [and] John Irving's World According to Garp". In 1991, Wallace began teaching literature as an adjunct professor at Emerson College in Boston. The next year, at the suggestion of colleague and supporter Steven Moore, Wallace obtained a position in the English department at Illinois State University. He had begun work on his second novel, Infinite Jest, in 1991, and submitted a draft to his editor in December 1993. After the publication of excerpts throughout 1995, the book was published in 1996. In 1997, Wallace received a MacArthur Fellowship. He also received the Aga Khan Prize for Fiction, awarded by editors of The Paris Review for one of the stories in Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, which had been published in the magazine.In 2002, Wallace moved to Claremont, California, to become the first Roy E. Disney Professor of Creative Writing and Professor of English at Pomona College. He taught one or two undergraduate courses per semester and focused on writing. Wallace delivered the commencement address to the 2005 graduating class at Kenyon College. The speech was published as a book, This Is Water, in 2009. In May 2013 parts of the speech were used in a popular online video, also titled "This Is Water".Bonnie Nadell was Wallace's literary agent during his entire career. Michael Pietsch was his editor on Infinite Jest.Wallace died in 2008. In March 2009, Little, Brown and Company announced that it would publish the manuscript of an unfinished novel, The Pale King, that Wallace had been working on before his death. Pietsch pieced the novel together from pages and notes Wallace left behind. Several excerpts were published in The New Yorker and other magazines. The Pale King was published on April 15, 2011, and received generally positive reviews. Michiko Kakutani of The New York Times wrote that The Pale King "showcases [Wallace's] embrace of discontinuity; his fascination with both the meta and the microscopic, postmodern pyrotechnics and old-fashioned storytelling; and his ongoing interest in contemporary America's obsession with self-gratification and entertainment." The book was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.Throughout his career, Wallace published short fiction in periodicals such as The New Yorker, GQ, Harper's Magazine, Playboy, The Paris Review, Mid-American Review, Conjunctions, Esquire, Open City, Puerto del Sol, and Timothy McSweeney's Quarterly Concern. Themes and styles Wallace wanted to progress beyond the irony and metafiction associated with postm.... Discover the Jason Wallace Poetry popular books. Find the top 100 most popular Jason Wallace Poetry books.
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Like Some Movie
Jason Wallace PoetryThis is all like some movie,Except nobody I know ever gets rich.They just deal with a lot of shit.All the liars, thieves, and hypocritesTake everything away,Or at least, most of it...
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Did You Imagine
Jason Wallace PoetryHand to faceAm I realNot at all the oneTaste, lipsFeelHoping for more... but noneDid you imagineWe could do this hereI'm no oneI'm just the man thatMade it clear that I want you cl...
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Dying
Jason Wallace PoetryI'll keep hangin onI won't let myselfBe a victim anymoreI don't careIf you forgive meYou can cause me painAt most, my blood will stainAnd scab, and it will healYou can't kill me!
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I Would Move a Mountain
Jason Wallace PoetryI would move a mountainTo heal your pain.I would take it allAnd not complainIf it could be in that bed,So torn and afraid.We share someone,The one that took your nameAnd gave me li...
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Ignorama
Jason Wallace PoetryLeave me as you met me...So lonely and scared.Please forget me...Very cold and gray.I can still see youAnd hear the words you tried to say.You called me by nameAnd faded away...But...
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I Know Not of Love
Jason Wallace PoetryYour dream of this creation called love is just the blinding nightmare you've convinced yourselves is there to bring hope.
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Break Down N Die
Jason Wallace PoetryCould I still be a manIf all of this makes me cryMaybe I'm not doin all I canCuz maybeAll your promises were liesMaybe everythingWe thought we had is goneMaybe that's whyI wanna br...
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I Am Still Lonely
Jason Wallace PoetryOne of the loneliest and darkest times of my life, demonstrating the emergence of the depths of the human soul, brought out in verse.
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Living No More
Jason Wallace PoetryMy mouth sewn shutMy eyes will bleedNo way to be wholeThough I feel the needRotting through a body of flesh,Infecting me with wounds so freshDead to my core,Hoping to beBut still l...
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Love is Just a Coat that You Like to Wear
Jason Wallace PoetryYou had me back when I actually tried to care.I changed my life just to live your liesWhen all I was inside was just so scared.You’re the proof that you can’t reuseSomething used u...
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Somewhat My Heart
Jason Wallace PoetryIn the place of our love,You filled in with hurt,Colored unimaginable ,Unfulfilled first,And I wasn't enough,And I knew that so muchI tried so hard to make it all workBut you went ...
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Still Undead
Jason Wallace PoetryThis all drags me downI see what looks like bloodUpon my hands and faceI cannot chase awayThe tears I tasteOr wash away allThe years I've watched myself wasteAs I lie here so lifel...
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Empty and Broken
Jason Wallace PoetryEmpty and broken,Oscillating to answer toEverything everyone says of me,Demanding my attention,No careful condemnationErasing my innocenceInvasion of anythingI ever thought I'd be
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You Never Respect Me
Jason Wallace PoetryAll thisMakes me sickSo much moan and pissLike I could ever give a shitEveryone everywhereIs always lookin at meThey stop and stareAnd then blow past meExcept all the onesI thought...
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Against the Wall of This Prison
Jason Wallace PoetryWith my back against the wall, I bleed.The last of all I could ever needHas gone away.Empty of all illusion,As to what to say,I fill the void.All I ask is not to fall, but I seeTha...
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Closer to the End
Jason Wallace PoetryYou ain't everGonna break my heart.You already took my pride.You lied to meFrom the startAnd stole everythingI had inside.I just wanna die.
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Dreams Never Come True
Jason Wallace PoetryI used to think it was us.I used to think it was you.But now all I can thinkIs dreams never come true.Was it me, Baby?Was it no use?Is there a reasonDreams never come true?I can't ...
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Put Down This Drink
Jason Wallace PoetryTonight, I don't thinkThat I could put down my drinkAnd have to go back to thatLonely, lonesome homeWhere it all leaves me all aloneAnd there's no one there to hear me sayThat I wi...
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Amazing
Jason Wallace PoetrySomething so amazingIs harder to findThan any riches, so I'm facingThe dilemma of my other sideComing out while the good one hidesBut I promise I will kill that manAnd leave him be...
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Tell Me Why
Jason Wallace PoetryYou meant more to meThan the ones before.Tell me why.You were no better than them,But I loved you more.Tell me why.I die day by day.Tell me why.I don’t mindThat you’re now away.Tel...
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I Could Have Lied
Jason Wallace PoetryII could have liedAnd said that I'm alrightWhen you asked me how I wasEven though I triedI never could denyThat I never had enough
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Product
Jason Wallace PoetryThe numbing of the nothing that you’ve becomeIs something for someone, but only for youIf you can’t try trusting,Then you’re of no useBecause they have to fill you with their filth...
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Anymore
Jason Wallace PoetryAnymore,Are you lonely?Are you quietSince only the silenceKnows what you meantWhen you said what you meantAnd meant what you said.And I don't have a clueWhere you went...But I drea...
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Dead Inside
Jason Wallace PoetryOnly nothingness exists, but I don't give a shit... too dead inside to care.
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My Addiction
Jason Wallace PoetryShe will always be everything I want and everything I wish i could need.
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Dead Inside, Deep Inside
Jason Wallace PoetryI'll be in a coffin sooner than I wanna beIf I don't get some shit to help me seeThe struggles I'm gonna see.I'm altering the free thingsThat are here for us all.Life is a strife t...
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All for You
Jason Wallace PoetryAll the times that I tried,I tried to doAnything, everything, any bit of bettering,And I’m withered, and I’m blistered, and I’m bleedingAll for you.
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Pushed Around
Jason Wallace PoetryAlong you go but can't seem to holdOnto the only thing you've ever knownBlinded by their lights that they burn your eyesActing likeThey never meantTo cause you pain, to cause disco...
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Before I Get Too Bad
Jason Wallace PoetryThe pain I've felt so longCould never have beenWithout reasonEvery bit of it could never be wrongBecause it's taught me whatTo really say and how to mean itYou're so good I can't b...
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Everything That You Are
Jason Wallace PoetryThe touch that makes me weakSoft skin on cheekEverything wonderfulWhen you're in my armsSo breathlessI have to fight to speakI love everything that you are
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Lost It All
Jason Wallace PoetryI could be the one to cherish youTo always let you know I'm there for youTo be the rock to hold you upWhen you feel like you'll fallIf you're not afraid you'll failYou might find H...
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Pain
Jason Wallace PoetryI thought I'd murder...Hurt her.I loved it.My first love first earnedI learned to not trust.I fd my lifeI nearly lost my lifeFor herFor her.Whenever I saw my fuse shorter...I tried...
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Hang
Jason Wallace PoetryI...Don't want to hurt youBut I...Don't know how much I can careAll I doIs seem to curse youAnd I...Don't know if that's being fair
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Broken Angel
Jason Wallace PoetryI wish you could find the sameBecause in your brainYou seem to think that it's okTo leave someone hurting in such a wayBreaking hearts, tearing apartAll inclinationTo move past sen...
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Useless
Jason Wallace PoetryI'm sorry if...I was never there.But you never understoodThat I don't care!You're more than a thornIn my sideOr a scorn on my prideCausing pain inside.You're useless!So useless!
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All That You Ignore
Jason Wallace PoetryI’ve already forgotten what it’s like to everHave something more than just this pain.I’m ready to be forgottenAnd to know that I don’t have to remainIn this, all of this, all of it...
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Putrid
Jason Wallace PoetryAh, memories, gone.Misery, so long.Enduring and unending,Calcifying my bones to thePoint of putrid rancidness,Hate, unbending,Pretending to notKnow that I’m right and you’re wrong,...
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Again Alone
Jason Wallace PoetrySo aloneI'm turning to stoneThe blood in my veinsJust spilled on the groundAnd no one's aroundBut pain I causedFor us bothIt's a demon whose faceHas already shownI thought being gr...
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Evermore
Jason Wallace PoetryThe greatest love I have ever known, with or without me, love's brightest ray ever shoneWe may be togetherNever againBut I will love youEvermore
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Miss Perfect, Never, Did
Jason Wallace PoetryShe's miss perfectPerfect for me in every wayBut I'm so concernedThat I no longer hear her sayShe wants me anymoreAnd I don't know what forI'm afraid
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Just a Few Love Poems
Jason Wallace PoetryI can't go on any longerWithout making amends.Are we still lovers,Or are we just friends?I apologize.I know that I've been wrong.If you could see my eyes,Would you seeThat our love...