snow day
*
Love, let us embrace like the bereft do.
Let us regard and be regarded, warily,
like old age; or like youth,
with abandon. In the end
it's all the same.
We wrestle half naked in the elements,
waiting to be admitted into that last room,
the room of our long recline;
our beds narrow and severe and sometimes
covered with snow.
*
posted by tearful dishwasher at 4:39 PM
12 Comments:
WOW.
The whole package. Really does it.
deirdre-
thank you.
after our conversation I kept Gilbert's book out and read it again and after that I read Jimmy Sky again and out of a fit of jealousy I was moved to, not to write, exactly, but to see if perhaps I still could.
I am at that terrible place where I can't bear the apparent beauty of the words, and it seems to me to be more than it really is.
i shouldn't say any of this.
yrs-
Scott
Whoa. It's hard to breath.
Like getting the wind knocked out of you... in a good way if you get me.
Peace,
pf
Fantastic picture - you've shown her work before - and the verse, poem, prose, is wonderful. Stunning.
I'm awfully glad. That terrible place you are in - you do it up so good, so that one hardly knows terrible from beauty and never mind the last room, that's killer. And I think you nailed it, there is something here that belies the words. I love that play, that nuance, that mystery you have created, with all of it and the strange feeling of both dread and hope, desire, it inspires.
there's a review of an erotic art show in the NYTimes this morning, and i've got that floating in my head; and now i've taken another look at this. i think art that tells what longing feels like and shows what skin feels like is erotic. this image is deeply touching, poignant really, and your words refine the longing, and the whole evokes eroticism. but not pop culture eroticism.
Petit Fleur-
thanks.
Elisabeth-
i'm glad you liked it. thank you.
21k-
i'm so grateful to have your thoughts on this. thank you.
Susan-
not pop eroticism! I'll take that. and thank you, too. thank you, thank you.
Sometimes I can't talk outloud about what you post.
Sorry.
Too much.
maybe you can now that you're redheaded.
you rock star, you.
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