Through a glass darkly, the shadow cast by lightning, a penumbra of reflection, the sacred words and stories we tell that communicate and connect us with each other and isolate us from pure being and holy silence. “May the world be brighter for me, at least in those portions of it, where my darkness falls not.” Speak only in flame.
On the dance floor contemplating strong femininity and gentle masculinity, and what if the feminine wanted to be gentle and nurturing again? Why do we have to don the armor of men to survive and give space for men to be weak? Is there room for everyone in a post structuralist society and do we want to live there without trees or our softness?
Some people have end of the world plans,
but you encompass my world in the span of your fingers, your arms, your hands,
The maps you sketch across me,
In the fire of your kiss and ice of your bite–
You are my Ragnarok and Rapture,
In simmer dim and dawning light.
Today, tomorrow, and the hereafter.
The what if, what’s for, and what’s to come,
What’s half begun, what’s left undone.
What if spring is coming alive in you
And the impossible is proven true?
–That we all need love.
The carnage of hearts,
discarded in the bracken
broken brachial arms and arteries–
This phantom wound still aches
with the sting of salt water,
And limbs that once danced,
once reached to you–
I cut off parts of myself that never grew back.
There are voices on the wind outside,
Calling to you in languages of origin,
Swept through antipodeal forests,
In sworls of atonal cries
It is not the muffled
from another room,
It is a distant relative twice removed
on a failing faint telephone line.
Or a woman that looks like your aunt,
Approaching you on the street for directions,
And you have to confess–
You’ve never learnt the mother tongue.
“An honourable human relationship—that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love”—is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in so doing we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.” – Adrienne Rich
“I was content in my life and found purpose in academic and clinical work. I wrote and taught, saw patients, and kept my struggles with manic-depressive illness to myself. I worked hard, driven to understand the illness from which I suffered. I settled in, I settled down, I settled. In a slow and fitful way, predictability insinuated itself into my life, and with it came a certain peace I was not aware had been missing. Grateful for this, and because I had no reason to know otherwise, I assumed that peace was provisional upon an absence of passion or anything that could forcibly disturb my senses. I avoided love. This lasted for a while, although not perhaps as long as it seemed. Then I met a man who upended my cautious stance toward life. He did not believe, as I had for so long, that to control my mind I must first control my heart. He loved the woman he imagined I must have been before bowing to fear. He prodded my resistance with grace and undermined my wariness with laughter. He could say the unthinkable because he instinctively knew that his dry wit and gentle ways would win me over. They did. He was deft with my shifting moods and did not abuse our passion. He liked my fearlessness, and he brought it back as a gift to me. Far from finding the intensity of my nature disturbing, he gravitated toward it. He induced me to risk much by assuming a portion of the risk himself, and he persuaded me to write from my heart. He loved in me what I had forgotten was there.” – kay redfield jamison