by Carl Solomon

Carl Solomon

LIFE IS Life is Gary Cooper fighting the Arabs in his Foreign Legion uniform.
Life is reading Kierkegaard in 1948 in the Forty Second Street Library.
Life is mother and aunts and uncles and cousins and memory of father.
Life is enumerating the suicides and psychoses of this one and that one.
Life is anger, anger at those real or imagined who have become rich and successful and gone away and left you grovelling in despair.
Life is parsing of verbs and brushing of teeth.
Life is playing Monopoly and Scrabble and Tennis and Pingpong and moving on to a new destination.
Above all, life is deceptive – when those forgotten return, when you meet old loves and new hates and they mingle inextricably interwoven into a fabric of which one can never perceive the whole overriding master design.

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