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By Tom Robbins Submitted by Misti Date: 2002 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.12.04.20.13463]] |
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"Barking at the moon?" "What about it?" "That's all our love was to you?" "That's all love ever is. Love is not a harpsichord concert in a genteel drawing room. And it sure as hell isn't social security, Laetrile, the Irish Sweepstakes, or roller disco. Love is private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening side. I think of the Luna card in the Tarot deck: some strange, huge crustacean, its armor glistening and its pinchers wiggling, clatters out of a pool while wild dogs howl at a bulging moon. Underneath the hearts and flowers, love is loony like that. Attempts to housebreak it, to refine it, to dress the crabs up like doves and make them sing soprano always result in thin blood." |