They did a testimonial show for me once.
A bunch of friends came up
and read some poems of mine.
Most had gone to my website
and picked recent poems
and recited them.
Nobody had done research
and dug deep into my catalog
– which was fifteen years thick
at the time of the event
to find some classic works.
Why would they, I guess
when there was so much recent material
to select from?
I don’t believe anybody repeated anything.
A half hour or more was filled with people
covering the words of Jonathan Berger.
I was hearing myself from other people’s lips.
What more could I ask for?
What am I whining about now?
I guess I just wanted something deeper.
Something more personal.
Something greater.
However unhealthy it may be
I can always desperately seek something more.
jonberger 
It is the human condition… To want to be seen…To want to be cherished… And all of that. I mean, I have dozens of sketchbooks and notebooks and journals… In my mind after I’m dead, one of my nephews will go through them and put them on the shelf somewhere and then someone in the following generation will go through them. But it’s more likely that they’ll all be thrown out, which is also OK. Like banana peels and orange skins. Compost or
recycling
Don’t you really wish that the nephews (or grand nephews) will try to get your journals and sketchbooks published, though, saying what a lost genius you were?
Assuming they can still read at that point? Wait – hold that thought…
https://jonberger.com/2024/03/25/unreleased-treasures/