Human Nature, Life, Living, Love

Sentimentalize Love at Your Own Risk

Sentimentalizing love like a pop star, a popular movie, or a romance novel sentimentalizes love is all sweet innocent fun — just like sentimentalizing your romantic  and attractive fireplace.  Until you forget to check that all the coals are dead before going on vacation — only to come home and discover your house has burnt down, right along with your cheap, plastic altars to the Goddess of Love.

For instance, want to put yourself at risk of cheating on your partner?  Just tell yourself you are not the type to cheat, that you’re too honest, too loyal for that — that love has no power of its own over you.  That’s the same as letting your guard down.  Love is lawless and subversive.  Go ahead and tell yourself you yourself are beyond it’s reach.  Live dangerously: Tell yourself you’re beyond its reach!

Sentimentalize love at your own risk.

Human Nature, Law, Life, Living, Love, Passion

Love is a Lawless Thing

Love is a lawless thing, subversive of every tradition and custom on earth.  Do you think people don’t sentimentalize it?  Anyone who fails to grasp how lawless, how subversive love can be is sentimentalizing it.  Love is a lawless thing and yet, paradoxically, love knows of laws the Law itself does not know.

Life, Love, Outlaw Love, Poetry

“Words Won’t Fuck (A Love Letter For Tava)”

“Words Won’t Fuck
(A Love Letter for Tava)”

Words are all we have
To communicate with.
Gods they are not enough!
They don’t fly fast as light,
And they don’t transmit all at once,
And they don’t hit hard as rocks,
And they don’t state exactly,
Precisely what you’re saying.

Fucking words don’t fuck
Well enough!

That’s the truest way to fuck, you know,
To commune with another person —
To perfectly commune with someone –
That’s the real way to fuck.
Just so you know, Oh Virgin!

Just so you know before the world
Messes you up and says that fucking
Is all about pleasure. ALL about pleasure.
Pleasure is a tenth of it.
Anyone who has had sex
But never communed
While having sex
Is still a fucking virgin –
Pun intended.

Oh World you’re an asshole
Because all you see in fucking
Is who got who
And who got an orgasm
And who got had
And who got their rocks off
And who got beat
And who got defeated.
Asshole.

Oh World you’re an asshole.
And words won’t fuck
And I’m miserable tonight
And I’m ragged and I’m raging
And I just want to be inside her
(Not in you World. In Her.)
And in communion
And she’s ten thousand miles away
AND WORDS WON’T FUCK.

Creativity, Cultural Change, Cultural Traits, Culture, Human Nature, Ideas, Invention, Life, Literature, Love, Lovers, Memes, New Idea, New Love, Poetry, Quality of Life, Relationships, Romantic Love, Writing

Will Tomorrow Bring a Better Love?

Over a thousand years ago, a handful of Persian and Arabic court poets created a new way of looking at one of the seven or eight kinds of love.  Today we still see that kind of love largely through their eyes.  We call it “romantic love”.

Of course romantic love has been around since the first homo sapiens — and most likely even before them.  It’s as old as the yellow grasses of Africa.  But it has not always been seen — it has not always been understood — in the way we see and understand it today.

Here’s a thought for you.  The world is coming together and I think it is likely that quite soon, some group of “poets” will create a new way of looking at love — one suited to a global culture.  But if that wild idea comes true, then hold your breath!  How people see love influences how they love.

If and when a new way of seeing love comes about — will that way be overall a good thing for the world, or a bad thing?

In my opinion, it could go either way.


For more on this topic, see this post.

Art, Creativity, Cultural Change, Cultural Traits, Culture, Human Nature, Ideas, Invention, Life, Literature, Love, Lovers, Memes, New Idea, New Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

“East and West”: A Love Story for the 21st Century

We all know the story.  Boy meets girl, they fall in love.  They fight.  Then make up.  Then pair off  forever and ever.

Puke me a river of boredom.  The story has been repeated more often than Trump’s stupidity.  Besides, it’s totally outdated.   Totally outdated.

It’s outdated because it is basically a Western story — and we living a world now where “we” are no longer just and only the West.  Think about it.  Isn’t it time for a new kind of love story?  One that combines — that synthesizes — the great motifs of both East and West?

In a way, it does not matter what you and I think the time has come for.  It’s going to happen anyway.  The world is already too globalized for it not to happen.  There will be an East/West love story someday — and probably someday soon.   A story that has elements of the old Western story, but also much that is new to the West.

Why do I think so?

Maybe the easy way to put is this: In the West, you love an individual.  You love what is unique, special about someone. . In other words, you love Jim, and no one will do but Jim.  Or Melinda, etc.  If you, dear reader, are from the West, that’s all common sense, right?

But traditionally, it was different in the East.  Traditionally, you do not love the individual there.  You do not love whatever it is about them that makes them one of a kind.  Instead, you love the universal in someone.  The timeless, unchanging, eternal in them.  The thing they have in common with everyone else.

Don’t believe me?  I had once had a professor who now and then would read traditional Indian love stories to us.  Every hero is the same.  Every heroine is the same.  Story to story to story.  Only the moral of he stories ever changes. Only the moral.

Of course there are Western style love stories all over the East these days — but guess where they came from?

I will wager that someone soon is going to create a true synthesis of East and West when it comes to love stories.  Something that will worldwide replace the individualism of “She’s the only one in the whole world for me” — but also replace the universalism of “He’s interchangeable with any ranking member of his cast or class or clan.”

By the way, look not just for a new story, look even more for a new way of thinking about what it means to love someone.  That will be the real change.  The real synthesis.  Not the plot, but the new vision of what love is.

Just a thought for the day.  Y’all can go back to being sane now.

 

Life, Love, Poetry

À Toi Appartient le Printemps (To You Belongs the Spring)

À toi appartient le printemps
À toi appartient l’été
Pour vous appartient de l’année
Pour moi appartient la soirée
Je souhaite seulement pour voir vous épanouir
Mais ma nuit vient
Et trop tôt
Tu ne seras plus énorme et devant moi.

Aller jeune femme!
Amour!
Vivre!
Danse!
Créer!

Et rire avec moi pour m’aider dans ma mort
Tandis que j’abandonne ce qui me reste
Pour vous et votre avenir


To you belongs the spring
To you belongs the summer
To you belongs the year
To me belongs the evening
I wish only to witness you flourish
But my night comes
And soon
You will not loom large and before me.

Go young woman!
Love!
Live!
Dance!
Create!

And laugh with me to ease my dying
As I surrender what remains to me
To you and your future.

Death, Friends, Life, Living, Love, Lovers, Muses, Resilience, Terese, Teresums

The Rebirth

To my friend, Terese Bozdas.

Once I stood on the trembling ice
Of a mountain torrent in winter
Surrounded by granite boulders
And dared the wild waters to drown me.

I had lost my wife.
I had lost my home.
I had lost my hopes.
I had lost my dreams.
And I dared the wild ice
Beneath me to break.

It is curious how you can sometimes
Be so numb the desire to die
Is the only thing
That makes you feel alive.

It was only when you came to me
Some years later

Singing songs of friendship,
Singing songs of compassion,

That I felt at last
The rebirth, the renewal
Of Spring.