From More Pansies (1932).
The couple’s related banter…
H: Do you have a short poem for us Katherine?
K: I do have one prepared, it is the shortest one I could find.
H: Good for you! Thank you for doing that, I appreciate that very much.
K: *laughs* And we don’t have to talk about it afterwards, it’s by D H Lawrence, who was a writer.
H: Is he no longer?
K: And apparently a poet. Oh, he is no longer, correct.
H: Okay.
K: Yes, he is a former. It’s called Tourists.
H: Okay.
(Reads poem)
H: *laughs* Great! Great Dear Hank and John poem Katherine!
K: Thanks.
H: I – you look really proud of yourself right now.
K: We were – I am, I feel proud. *laughs* As a person who knows nothing about poetry and has minimal interest in it.
H: *laughs* That’s not true, you like poetry.
K: Eh.
H: More than I do.
K: I suppose. I mean, I can appreciate it but I don’t seek it out, that’s for sure.
H: Yeah, I’m – I mostly have a, I feel like I, uh, my brain has very structured ways of understanding the world –
K: It’s challenging to absorb, yes.
H: It’s taken a long time for me to develop these structures and they work, they function well and then like – poetry is kinda designed to disrupt those structures.
K: Yes.
H: And then I’m just like ‘I can’t work’ [laughing] Everything breaks! I don’t have those other ways of understanding the world, they’re just not there.
K: It is very challenging for you to understand.
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There is nothing to look at any more,
everything has been seen to death.