This might seem paradoxical, but although John Berryman was a poet who struggled with depression his whole life, I’d say his writing is some of the most delightful and enjoyable stuff out there. Here’s a poem by him about boredom that’s anything but boring.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatedly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
–John Berryman, from Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So.