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Topic: we, modern lovers
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whiterabbit
Knowflake Posts: 395
From: Pamplona
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted February 04, 2005 12:49 AM
 
we abandon rooms, places, people
leave them like apple cores are left
these are not places and faces to be revisited
one does not search for old trash, to remember how it once was glorious fruit
it is not fear, no
nor restlessness
it is not disillusionament
revolution
evolutionary progress
reform
rebellion
those would mean we were once passionate. or that we are now.we are not passionate.
but we are not dead,
yet, it's gone
that glimpse of God between a man and a woman is gone because that God they made they made with passion and when that is dead well what is left is harldy worth a song. hardly, yes, but still worth a song.
because what is left is all we have left.
it's this empty attachment, this feverish detachment, this exstatic remain of some flesh of courage, gall
how can I help loving it when it is my only taste of what You the Generations That Were, reveled in, died for, lived for
and I live for what remains of it
and I know I am cradelling a cadever I know I am holding in my hands only bones and sinew and decomposed glory but this is the delusion I craved and asked for
and by God if there's anything sweeter than shredded, minced, rotten vomited Love tell me because I still wouldn't believe it.
Glorious were those "Days of Lovers" as we call them nostalgically
but we are children of the Days of Malcontent
and we give birth to dissatisfaction and we nurse indifference
yet we are not indifferent, we are not dissatisfied. no we are just humble and ask for little! we ask for your scraps, throw them to us that we may worship and bow down to Love that Was and fashion crowns for ourselves out of its etheral matter
Then we could be lords and ladies of Rememberance
we, modern lovers
know nothing of the grandeour of Epic Love
but everything about the vastness of its absence
and more, still, about the miracle of its crumbs.
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whiterabbit
Knowflake Posts: 395
From: Pamplona
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted February 04, 2005 12:55 AM
ok can you tell someone is feeling a little moody about 21st century relationships? lol....  IP: Logged |
ghanima81
Knowflake Posts: 990
From: MAINE! :)
Registered: Aug 2003
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posted February 04, 2005 10:59 AM
That was..... so wonderful. I can relate totally... I love this: and I know I am cradelling a cadever I know I am holding in my hands only bones and sinew and decomposed glory but this is the delusion I craved and asked for ...We always ask for it in one way or another. Love it.  Ghani
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future_uncertain
Knowflake Posts: 467
From: ohio
Registered: Aug 2004
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posted February 04, 2005 08:36 PM
"by God if there's anything sweeter than shredded, minced, rotten vomited Love tell me because I still wouldn't believe it"Been there... I love your poems, whiterabbit. IP: Logged |
pixelpixie
Moderator Posts: 6339
From: Ontario, Canada
Registered: Aug 2003
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posted February 05, 2005 03:31 AM
I am holding an apple core gingerly, sacredly, as if dropping it would somehow sullen its remembered sweetness.....
It may turn brown, it may oxidize until it is blackened. But I shall hold it until it turns my head.
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