About Me

“The poets are wrong of course. … But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it.”
—Gavin Stevens in Chapter 5 of
William Faulkner’s The Town (1957)



All that I said before was true, but it is also true that a larger circle has a bigger circumference than a smaller one, even though by circumstance, chiefly governed by a lack of guile, I reside in a small circle. Thus, I am compelled by poverty to use my imagination and my persistent belief in art, in music, in literature, in life itself to enlarge the circles in my mind. I can say with utter candour that I do not understand everything that is happening, unlike so many others, but I am compelled by misery to explore what it means and what it could mean. 

Such describe my intention for the next year, as I return to what I know best: the life and thoughts of the common man, presented not with pretension and artifice but as he is, plainly, not to deceive but to perceive. If this is not clear, it is for the same reason one can never know with certainty what will happen tomorrow, even though when tomorrow does arrive, it is the same as yesterday. Nothing has changed; and you are still stuck with yourself like a fly is to sticky paper.

Yet, you carry the hope that one day you will be redeemed.

Perry J. Greenbaum
Toronto, Ontario
December 29, 2017