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Posted 5/27/2014 7:11am by Eugene Wyatt.

I like matinees. If the movie's story doesn't hook me at once I entertain the thought of going back into the daylight and freeing myself from the film narrative that has bored me.  Not only has it been a waste of money—it cost a lot of money to go to the movies: almost 20 dollars if you have a small popcorn—and it may be a waste of time too. I think lost time bothers me more than the money wasted. Popcorn and movies go together. Besides, I tire after watching the trailers of the coming attractions as they are usually films I wouldn't see. I'm usually ready to go before the feature starts. I guess in the future I should arrive 15 minutes after the posted movie time and perhaps miss the first part of the film story, but I like the mystery of narratives—what John Keats called negative capability

...that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason - Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge.

A letter from John Keats, 1817

—and other uncertainties that intrigue me but to live them requires a determination that few have.

I learned of negative capability in two ways: reading about it and meeting a person who had it, but who hadn't read Keats.

But tell us who he was or is. Or she.

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