This is Not Phil Fish


This is not Phil Fish giving the finger next to CliffyB;

This is not the tale of a man hunting the white whale.

This is not your Indie Success Story.

 

This is not a ballad for sad millionaires.

This is not a mint-fresh and groundbreaking revelation

That everything that Is is also an Industry.

 

This is not Notch or Ed or any kind of figurehead

That speaks for alienation and poverty.

This is not some meaningful symbolism for artistic despair.

 

This is not a case of bootstraps tied too tight,

Knotted and choking the blood out of a misunderstood heart.

This is not what it should take for you to listen

 

To people who never had

To people who never were

To people who’ve always been

And have always been telling you

 

This is an early review copy,

Unsure and unready and broken inside,

Like the crunch that breaks off pieces of its workers.

 

This is working till their bodies forget how to sleep

Just to be told that it wasn’t the right time

Or that they’re not right, and to just be patient until they might be.

 

This is seeing the dawn so many times it loses its magic.

This is busking till they feel like a cold-caller, reviled.

This is not what it should take for you to listen

 

To people who never had

To people who never were

To people who’ve always been

And have always been telling you

 

This is nearly losing a home (more than once).

This is digging their way out of a chasm of debt.

This is being ashamed to spend money on a new pair of shoes.

 

This is having to crowdfund to fly

To their own fucking talk

Just so they can complain about capitalism before a fountain of riches.

 

This is holding a dollar just above their nose

And then telling them they’re greedy when they grab for it

And scoffing at them because they’re crying in the bathroom again,

 

And then wondering why when they finally quit jumping

When you say how high.

This is not what it should take for you to listen

 

To people who never had

To people who never were

To people who’ve always been

And have always been telling you

 

This is being told they’re beneath payment,

But not above being pilfered, eaten and discarded

By people who suddenly have something to lose.

 

This is being given the vague sense

That their hook is wrong, style is wrong, identity is wrong.

This is being weighed on an unbalanced scale.

 

This is about who doesn’t get invited to fancy parties.

This is about lofty ideas that hit the ground running,

Like a small child lifting a huge rock and tumbling under it.

 

This is about the invisible mass that holds us all up

Against the gravity crushing it into the ground.

This is about who doesn’t have a Big Name Profile on Big Name Site.

 

This is not what it should take for you to listen

 

To people who never had

To people who never were

To people who’ve always been

And have always been telling you

 

That this is not Phil Fish.

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