The View From Halfway Down

Writer and actress Alison Tafel could quite literally be a life saver

GrayedFox
GrayedFox
Feb 11 · 2 min read
Bojack Horseman’s Secretariat

I could rant and rave for many hours about the masterpiece that is Netflix’s series Bojack Horseman, but the show is getting what I would argue is an epic and totally justified amount of exposure and praise at the moment.

This show unapologetically revels in the ludicrous-yet-funny, tragic, and at times brilliant introspection of a deeply flawed anti-hero (Bojack) living in a highly satirised and (in the words of Jiddu Krishnamurti) “…profoundly sick society” (Hollywoo).

Yes, it’s brilliant, and yes, you should watch it — even if you hate cartoons — but for now I wanted to point out this beautiful, heart rending showstopper of a poem that was written by one of Bojack Horseman’s writers Alison Tafel.

The mere transcription alone has 5.4k upvotes on Reddit (and counting) and as soon as I heard the poem I paused the episode and rewound to listen to it again. And then I did it again, and again, and again — and as I’d suspected, it turns out I wasn’t the only one who was deeply moved by it.

An aside: the noun showstopper has it’s origins in theatre, where the performance (perhaps a monologue or soliloquy of some sort) evokes such a massive round of applause the production has to momentarily stop and wait for the applause to die down in order to go on — hence the term: showstopper.

There will be no spoilers here — just the poem itself, copied down and shared for good measure, in the hopes of reaching those of you most in need.

I, for one, don’t think it’s a stretch of the imagination to think this poem could one day save a life.


The View From Halfway Down

The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time

Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down

A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal

You’re flying now
You see things much more clear
Than from the ground

It’s all okay, or it would be
Were you not now halfway down

Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top

But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound

Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down

I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down

I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down

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