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8. Give dignity to the suffering. Wallow there.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on April 4, 2009 by boychick1

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Well it’s National Poetry Month – you are getting another because life needs more poetry!  I am almost done, oh yes of course I have said it before wallowing in the loss of my last brief liasion.  Almost – perhaps not quite.  We are comfortable, sometimes too comfortable with suffering and our little self created dramas.  There is nothing an introspective person enjoys more than over analysis and little dramas – artists, writers, creative people love this stuff.  I have no idea who I could be refering to right now.  She looks so pretty in the mirror – at times anyway – when she is not mad as hell.  I so wish my kiln were here I’d like to play with a fire I understand.

Galway Kinnell “The Vow”

When the lover
goes, the vow though
broken remains, that
trace of eternity love
brings down among us
stays,to give
dignity to the suffering
and to intensify it.

So love goes but the need for love remains – so I need to let go of the suffering and hold on to love. Grab your weekend and enjoy it – it only happens right now, don’t put it off till tomorrow.

Day Seven: Seven Straight days of blogging – well not exactly…

Posted in On Poetry with tags on April 3, 2009 by boychick1

Day seven – I’m on day seven of a 37 day committment to blogging everyday.  It feels good – and thanks for following along on the blog moves.  This will remain a personal space and queer blog but I like having control over some of my writing.  Over a decade ago I had a huge crush on a woman I worked with – she had dark curly hair and dark eyes.  A look I happen to really like – she was a competitive cross country ski racer and a mountain biker. Sigh.

She was straight – well so was I at the time but she was really straight.  Life is so cruel.  Those gorgeous cheekbones wasted on some guy when I was so damn ready to worship them.

After a bad breakup I gave her this poem (no I didn’t write it) it’s from one of my favorite poets Galway Kinnell.  I am finding it comforting too lately.

Wait

Wait, for now
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours.  Haven’t they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become interesting.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands.  And the desolation
of lovers is the same:  that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don’t go too early.
You’re tired.  But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough;
Only wait a little and listen:
music of hair,
music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsing by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.