Prepositions
Dec 5 2021
In and of itself.
I suppose everything is
singular.
Contained
and self-referential.
But they also say
that enlightenment
is the dissolution of boundaries.
That you must look outside yourself, and accept
to grow and change
or risk stagnation.
So why does in-and-of-itself
still tempt me?
Is it because I hear in those words
integrity
and self-acceptance;
the charm
of the earnest eccentric,
living his quirky life
regardless.
Yet out-and-apart
sounds so cosmopolitan, open-minded;
and a homebody like me
would love to be thought
an extrovert
and man of the world.
Prepositions are small, but powerful
so be cautious with your words.
Because human beings are not, in fact, singular.
We are not autarchies,
apart
building walls
fortifying borders.
We need to belong
be part of,
trade gossip, rumours, scuttlebutt.
Talk, for it's own sake
in and of itself.
Exactly. We are, by nature, tribal, not solitary. But our culture is tightly bound to this worldview of the sovereign individual: the conceit of agency, self-sufficiency, uniqueness. While the truth is we not only depend on others and long to belong, we really only exist in the eyes of others: spend enough time alone on your desert island of one, and you soon begin to disappear into a sense of unreality and depersonalization.
I recently saw a brilliant and utterly original movie by Derek Del Gaudio called Is And Of Itself that featured a compelling combination of magic, sleight-of-hand, and personal story-telling. I was intrigued by that title, and subsequently seemed to repeatedly come upon this expression. And each time I did, it gave momentary pause. It finally came time to noodle around with it, and this rather philosophical poem is the result.
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