As an original product of magical realists, it is clear why it never occurred to me. Prepare for a major event in my life beforehand? Why? The Gods would concoct, the elements would align and voila! Life. And, honestly, it has worked out that way. No intentional linear paths for me. Decade after decade. Events. Catastrophe. Ruin. At 50, I decided it was time to wise up. But, I still had not discovered the truth.So, I decided to start reading the obituaries. Remember, I always do things backwards. It must be the influence of Hebrew on my life. Anyway, after years of reading about dead people, I decided to let a little joy into my life and started reading wedding notices. Looking for what they were doing right. Looking for their joy in the hope I might at least find the spark of my own. Looking for process of any sort. And then, it clicked. Gregory Corso. A name I knew but had forgotten. Poems known and then unknown. How had I missed it?
O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
It's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes...
Marriages. Deaths. A vardo here and there. Empty shoes, here I come!!
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