Neglect of a Question

All the pleasant surprises in life, if only you’re inclined to them.

So what does Hollywood do with all the busted blocks?

Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

Although the last decade of Schoenberg’s life was a period of increasingly poor health (he suffered from poor eyesight, dizziness, and asthma in addition to heart trouble), it was also one in which he took great pleasure in his family. Nuria had been born in Barcelona in 1932 before the family took flight; Rodolf Ronald (later called "Ronnie") and Lawrence were both born in the United States, in 1937 and 1941, respectively. For some reason it is a bit difficult to picture the composer of MOSES UND ARON and the GURRE-LIEDER making up his children’s box lunches, as he did, in the mornings. One friend from that time remembers him cutting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into the shapes of musical instruments.

— Allen Shawn, Arnold Schoenberg’s Journey

who am I?
if I seem indifferent to the
question,
there are reasons
sipping water in the sultry shade
although not shy of poems
that are lists
just take it as read,
I entreat you,
that numerous other questions
instead
engage me with
the strength of
perhaps imaginary tides
he calls himself a “journey agent,”
a “Eulipion.”
who am I?
although that’s very near
what I feel,
I don’t say,
where did that question
even come from?
it’s merely an echo of something
which earlier fell on my ears
I have become
highly selective
of echoes
I find new things
not to understand
nearly daily.
while I shun misunderstanding
and its myriad echoes
I have learnt to make room
for non-understanding
“This was my attempt to write about joy,” said the poetess.
it was perhaps odd,
hearing them talk of the moon
on a bright summer afternoon
who am I?
perhaps I should be
one of the objects joy seeks.

(... on seating myself within a small crowd)