Bernard Fraley calls this “a prose-poem experiment as a kind of comment on the divisiveness going on in today’s society.” [–Ed]
It’s funny when you do not understand the advice you are given. I guess funny is not the right word.
When I was a child, my parents told me that pepper made food hot. I used a lot of salt so food would not burn my mouth.
There are some who think that night and day are two things. I do not understand why I must choose which side of a thing to stand on.
When there is only one thing, lots of little things only add up to different sides of the same non-question. It’s funny how
when leaves are scattered all over the ground, no one asks a question about them being the footprints of trees.
I went this morning to talk to my neighbor about poetry. He advised me to read Keats if I wanted to know about beauty.
Ones I love live far from here, but I think of them and find it beautiful. I don’t think I know anything about poetry. I just live with it like hot and cold.