How another year started: wore his clothes,
answered the phone, listened to music,
tried to read books, made conversation.
Language, always language, all his
invention. Door, book dust, fooled objects.
Heroically, he holds a patched shadow!
Camus got it wrong, there’s more than one
philosophic question – what’s next?
The habit of one’s-self – calamity,
artless, pretentious, preposterous.
The idea, photographed and missed most easily.