What follows is an approximate reconstruction of an IM conversation:

She: "Hi. I am bored. I hope you are not boring today." He: "Isn't this the apogee of boredom? Talking via typed text?" She: "Anything new going on in your life?" He: "Same old, same old." She: "Hummm." He: "Did you try masturbation?" She: "Come on! I don't like that word." He: "There are many varieties of masturbation; textual, religious, the one handed clap etc. Besides isn't masturbation an aspect of life?" She: "It maybe but I am not interested in talking about it." He: "Why not? Even Walt Whitman was interested in talking about it." She: "Are you busy?" He: "Yes, I have work to do." His Inner Voice: "Work that is one part ennui, one part boredom, and one part an attempt to float, in a Vikram Seth's phrase, the flotilla of my PhD."

Exit all

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John Berryman in his "Dream Song-14", which begins "Life, friends is boring", gets to the heart of this country called Boredom. The speaker of this poem begins by recalling a motherly warning from his childhood, and concludes that he has no inner resources that would keep him "un-bored":

and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored means you have no

Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no inner resources

The speaker goes on to say, in the middle stanza, using the hybrid literary minstrel speak Berryman invented for writing these Dream Songs (note the use of “heavy bored”, “peoples”, “Achilles”):

...I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature, Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes as bad as Achilles,

I think this was also in "he" mind (the "he" in the above conversation) when "he" desisted from recommending literature, especially great literature, to the "she". What about a dose of tranquil hills, or gin then? Should "he" recommend that to the "she"?

But no, the speaker (who, according to Helen Vendler, is the taciturn 'straight man' of the two 'end men' in an American minstrel show, and who usually speaks to Henry - the voluble, infantile, and plaintive chief speaker, the lyric ‘I’ of the songs - in Negro dialect) of this Dream Song makes that boring too:

And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag and somehow a dog has taken itself & its tail considerably away into the mountains or sea or sky,

What then is left behind by this hellhound of boredom?

...leaving behind: me, wag.

Or to make the speaker sound contemporary, one might re-say the above as

" ...leaving behind: me, a blogger".