CANTO 40
That Petrarch never seems to see her the same way twice In precisely the same way twice is what constitutes her Her great & unusual beauty. Saggio critico sul Petrarca The joke is consciousness Re verses Moves "Frost of the world in my hair del dolce loco ov'a sua eta fornita e da la famigliuola sbigottita at my having moved in my imagination... Us both alone in bed, talking of this and that. We are the only reality. It's winter, and it's warm with our hopes upside down like chickadees in a tree. This is a sure sign Spring has come in December. Dear Reader, May I disturb you w/ these versions of old pet rock? Know that these are his sentiments, as near as I can make them. And the mirror curves toward my dread, and I start fading because I can't face her radiance. O flame, O roses, O pleasure, without her there is no there there, but there is a here here, even if I feel like I'm nowhere." Nowhere, and now her. Dear Reader, We should ask ourselves why he didn't fall in love w/ a woman more attainable,
but I am not here to rewrite history, so much as to make an artifact to sell to the highest bidder,
as if it were but bling bling. And now, forget all that.