Another Stab

From Home Thoughts, from Abroad, a poem in this collection: ...there is always enough time, don't see what everybody is

always complaining about, always enough time, always exactly

enough...

how c'd. it be any other way?

If there wasn't always enough time there wd. never be enough, and how c'd that be? In his monographs like Play of the World (2015) and Theatre of Naturalism (2011), PB has written extensively about performance, obviously one of his major passions and obsessions. It's likely also that some kind of notion of life as performance provides PB with a mirror of his own performance in the world, observing himself observing himself, observing others observing themselves, always gauging their and our performance, which he calls in the frame:

The effort is to get others to see you

the way you see yourself

or is it to see yourself the way

others see you?