"I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone"
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Time isn’t framed here as a neutral backdrop but as a slow-pressure force that exposes the soft parts. Barton’s “obsessed” is doing double duty: it reads as personal confession and as an aesthetic program. A poet’s obsession with time isn’t just fear of aging; it’s a craft fixation. Poetry is one of the few forms built to trap time in language, to make a moment repeatable. Barton acknowledges the trap’s failure even as he reaches for it.
The sentence pivots on “vulnerable,” then sharpens the blade with a quiet paradox: time is the most universal human condition, yet it produces solitude. The subtext is that shared chronology doesn’t equal shared experience. Two people can live the same year, the same day, even the same room, and still occupy different tempos of grief, desire, boredom, illness, recovery. “We all experience it in our own way” is less comforting than it sounds; it’s an argument that interior time is private property, and the rent is loneliness.
Contextually, the line fits a late-20th/21st-century poetic sensibility shaped by therapy-speak and existential unease, but it avoids self-help resolution. Barton doesn’t offer mastery over time, only attentiveness to its isolating mechanics. The intent feels diagnostic: to name why modern life can be crowded yet emotionally deserted. Time passes; meaning lags behind; the gap is where “alone” lives.
The sentence pivots on “vulnerable,” then sharpens the blade with a quiet paradox: time is the most universal human condition, yet it produces solitude. The subtext is that shared chronology doesn’t equal shared experience. Two people can live the same year, the same day, even the same room, and still occupy different tempos of grief, desire, boredom, illness, recovery. “We all experience it in our own way” is less comforting than it sounds; it’s an argument that interior time is private property, and the rent is loneliness.
Contextually, the line fits a late-20th/21st-century poetic sensibility shaped by therapy-speak and existential unease, but it avoids self-help resolution. Barton doesn’t offer mastery over time, only attentiveness to its isolating mechanics. The intent feels diagnostic: to name why modern life can be crowded yet emotionally deserted. Time passes; meaning lags behind; the gap is where “alone” lives.
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| Topic | Time |
|---|---|
| Source | Help us find the source |
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