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By willtobe1 Date: 2006 Sep 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.28.09.43.13208]] |
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If this was not inspired by, about or in direct response to some of my recent entries, it should have been. I have been, as duly noted, in somewhat of a "sympathy" mode; have written things "tart" that, if unleashed in the tight confines of a long-term relationship, could blow more than the tanks out the side of Apollo 13. In fact these Seussian lines of yours call me to mind of a favorite bit of mine from the The Rubaiyat of Omar Khyam~ "The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it" From the many times I'd've "lured it back to cancel half a line," you'd've think I'd've learned to shut the hell up. But, ulcerated by my own gall, I guess, I keep spilling my guts untimely. For some (like me) not to write is tantamount to not to breathe. And not to have found some outlet for the emotions that are here expressed would have been dangerously implosive. I've heard it said that all we really seek in a lover is someone willing and able to take the pain of our passionate outbursts. This refers to both the biting violence of the sex storm as well as to just plain ol' everyday frustrations. We all need somewhere safe to go to take those psychological dumps that would be just soooo innappropriate in front of strangers and acquaintances. This must always be balanced, of course, against the need not to overwhelm our lover; not to dump for dumping's sake; not to cross the line into the abusive. The longest-term contracts are still only as good as the average daily pain-to-gain ratio. Which is why it may be good to have both a lover and a pseudo-lover, if your passions are particularly towering. Somewhere to let off the steam before the steam. And so if I unleash a bit here; if I open up with both barrels; if I go on, as Dr. Hunter S. Thompson would say, a deliberate terminal freakout (nay, nay...in writing, only in writing!), I guess all I'm really saying is, "So how now, Blender, can you take the Love???" And then, having "given all I have to the core," I'll go back to my other lover and try to give a kinder, gentler, "little bit more"... |