These Things: Right in Front of Me

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“Expectations are a bigger enemy to our happiness than our circumstances.”

- maybe Humble the Poet on Twitter

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Right in Front of Me

“Or perhaps a parasol for when perambulating about town,” she inquired as I passed her door thinking at first she said, “peri-soul,” as if she could see something I need, something that should be right in front of me that I myself could not see, that experience the The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows defines as “pâro.” Maybe I could see it if I had a peri-soul? Surely I’m not the only one who feels pâro from time to time. This may be some part of what the poem I wrote about sitting in wet underwear gets at. I don’t think too much about the aboutness of poems though. Some people like green beans, and some do not so eat accordingly. I tend toward what Gertrude Stein said once in an interview before she went on to the next:

Look here. Being intelligible is not what it seems. You mean by understanding that you can talk about it in the way that you have a habit of talking, putting it in other words. But I mean by understanding enjoyment. If you enjoy it, you understand it. And lots of people have enjoyed it, so lots of people have understood it.

Do you understand?

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