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I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.
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The moment you feel like you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment to absolutely and utterly walk away.
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Deep emotion in this age is a radical act.
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I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?
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We live in a time when this is on the radio. We live in a good time, my friends.
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Frenetic Vacation Period
Lasting anywhere from two weeks to six months, the frenetic vacation period is characterized by behavior that’s consciously shortsighted, spontaneous and reckless, usually in the interest of extracting as much pleasure from both parties’ seemingly endless well of affection, excitement and infatuation with each other. Described by the common man as “falling in love,” the frenetic vacation period is full of promises, the fulfillment of sexual fantasies, and ultimately, behavior that’s expected to last forever but to both parties’ dismay does not.
Reality
The encroachment of reality on a relationship marks the end of the frenetic vacation period and the beginning of one which is less exciting, more sustainable and “deeper.” From this point, long-term monogamous relationships can go one of two ways: “deep dissatisfaction” or “contentedness.”
Evolution of a Typical Long-Term Monogamous Relationship
Sounds right to me, but agree? Disagree?
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There’s always that moment
with people, right?
You look back…
you can’t believehow they just
don’t love you.
And how,
in the minute before that,
you didn’t know.There was a place, near water.
The people had come
from somewhere else, and settled.
How we came to exist.
How we came to be here, everywhere
at once.How could I say nothing?
Well, it’s a long walk ahead.
For a long time,
I didn’t know.
And it’s all just another
story about how life could be.A psychic told me once I had the mind of a nun.
As if there would be only one kind, for nuns.
The offices of seers we consulted in the South
sometimes had chickens. The vestibules
were swimming with the poor—
bobbing, drowning, in our lake
of dreams and wishes.
Tell me everything
you want to do while there’s still time.
Keep in touch.Think about the leaves
and the birds
in branches.
Think about the words
Big Picture.
The Big Picture.For a long time,
I didn’t know what to say.
And of course I didn’t want to say it.
When everything depends—has always
depended on acting like nothing is wrong.Fruit trees blooming in the blood drenched ground,
a ringing phone—
it’s what we’re in the middle of.If we realized the extent to which no one understands
what anybody else really means
by anything they say, well,
you say we’d all go crazy.
But aren’t we crazy already?
With trying and pretending
and being mad about it—I mean angry.There was a place, near water.
How we all came to be,
everywhere
at once.My prayer is changing.
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