You want to make the world scream and hollow
because you fear you are nothing,
you are an unextraordinary,
unaborted caged regret.
Browsing Connecting
“The possibilities that exist between two people, or among a group of people, are a kind of alchemy. They are the most interesting thing in life… It isn’t that to have an honorable relationship with you, I have to understand everything, or tell you everything at once, or that I can know, beforehand, everything I need to tell you. It means that most of the time I am eager, longing for the possibility of telling you… That we both know we are trying, all the time, to extend the possibilities of truth between us. The possibility of life between us.”
–Adrienne Rich, On Lies, Secrets and Silence
Buoy, or Highly Sensitive Person Serenade #1
There are some words that feel smooth coming up my throat and delicious on my tongue, but buoy is not one of them. It looks like it makes no sense and sounds like it should be said some other way, but it’s the meaning that’s most pleasant and runs so deep inside me like a thick raw honey that coats and soothes all nerves.
“Smile, you look mean.”
I hate to be told “Smile, you look mean”.
So, what if I am?
Love Doesn’t Sink
Love is a buoy shaped like a triangle,
equal on all sides,
whose three points are Us joined from two whole “I”s.
If Only I Had the Chance
I would have been really good at love if only I had the chance.
Invincible
X: You’re not as invincible as you pretend to be.
Y: I’m not pretending.
X: You forget, I’ve seen you curled up in the darkest corners of your life.
The More Loving One by W.H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
Poverty of Compassion
When out in this city, or that one across the bay, I would often think, “These bloody homeless people everywhere all the time…”
Sometimes I still do.
Especially on the train when all I want is peace:
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.