Ok. I think I’ve read this poem like 4 times. I think I’ve finally got it.
Never would I claim the superlative
Nor could I assert the comparative
And yet I can state in the positive:
I have been lonely.
Around the age of nineteen, I wanted to read what I had heard were the serious books. I had dropped out of college and I was starting to get concerned that I might be regressing. So I vowed to read very heavy stuff. Like many misguided and inexperienced readers, the word heavy inevitably meant Russian.
Los Angeles is said to be
One of the lonely places;
My expectations overstepped
Its solitudinous traces.
After a while of walking around here in the French Painting Wing of the Louvre, all of these paintings kind of just blend together. Look at this one! Is there anything even different about it?
When I was young I did desire
To have a soundtrack to my life.
But then, with age it did transpire,
There was a calamity, and I moved back to Pittsburgh, PA, where originally I am from. There was a calamity,…