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Topic: The Wolfboy Poems
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aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted September 25, 2009 10:35 AM
Loving The Wolf-boy, IWhen I was yours, your curse was new. At first there were only patches of fur, soft and vulnerable, every other moon. In the beginning only one eye changed to that feral, alarming yellow; frantic and hungry in the absence of light. Regardless, I loved you piously. I laid my throat beside your jaws nightly and never feared the part of you that the ignorant called evil. Those nights when I'd wake up alone only to find you at the dining table half naked and spitting blood, I never shamed you for where you'd been. I'd wrap my fingers tenderly around your savage claws and lead you wordlessly upstairs to bed. Somewhere in the fields beyond your fence the corpses of rabbits and barn mice were rotting as we made love. ------------- Loving The Wolf-boy, II In secret I loved the animal differently, more intensely, than I did the man. I confess I would pretend to sleep so I could watch, out of one eye, your body change in the low light. I'd feel myself go hot in hearing your frantic weight on the stairs tearing out into the dark streets to devour and destroy; my monster. I was never more lustful for you then when you still smelled of them; the times you'd let me trace their vainly defensive bite marks and futile, terrified scratches across your body with my tongue. Surely no one in this world was as beautiful and terrible as you and I then, tasting death on the fat lip of love. ------------ Loving The Wolf-boy, III I always knew that when you left me, you would say it was for my safety. Though I swore to you that any death at the hands of your tragic strength would be an honor; you left me anyway, as I slept, awaiting your grisly return. I was slowly maddened by grief, tracing my fingers down the deep and dire scratches you left along the stairwell. I spent countless evenings alone face down on the shag carpeting, imagining you, weeping, touching myself. On better days, when the fog lifts, I wake to find myself stumbling through the streets of our city, stroking my mink coat for comfort and searching maniacally for your old, troubled softness; in the sunset on the Sturgeon Moon, or the sad, childlike eyes of dogs tied to fire hydrants in the snow. -------------
Our Wolf-boy, Revisited In my photographs of her she holds her body so close to other bodies: her arm around a friend, her forehead rested on a shoulder, and always eye contact. She found that so easy. I remember her clearly that way: almost dumbly intimate. I still wake sometimes thinking I feel her closed much too safely around me; familiar but somehow fictitious, like memories of childhood birthdays. I would watch her as she slept and imagine her coming together in reverse; her veins over her muscle over her bones, imagining her blood pumping so warmly. A ghost, she cared for me during my transformation as if she had no other purpose when her true fate had always been that intimacy and the ease with which she displayed it. And me I was always the monster; all my life I'd found comfort in nothing apart from the primitive sadness I could so easily cause in others. This lunar business started off as only more of the same; I'd heard of a man who at times became a beast, and in doing so lost any control he once had over his instincts and all power over his cruelty. In truth, I only went to the woods that night seeking kinship, seeking some starting point from which to launch myself into something more real, more wise, more feminine than the thing I'd always been. (c) CML, 2004-2006 IP: Logged |
Valus Knowflake Posts: 1404 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted September 25, 2009 11:02 AM
Now that's a poet. A poet has come to Lindaland. Beautiful and impressive, aerial. You should be writing, and writing. This isn't a hobby for you, as it is for me. Forgive me for being technical:
Here: "I was never more lustful for you then when you still smelled of them;" You want "than", not "then". ----------------------
"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." ~ Samuel Johnson
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Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted September 25, 2009 11:22 AM
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aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted September 27, 2009 10:39 AM
Thank you, Yin & Valus! I've been eyeing this forum for months now, debating back and forth. Thank you for making me feel welcome, since I do tend to be painfully shy & self defeating when it comes to my writing.I've been published here and there but generally I just sit on my work and edit it ad nauseum. I've been in a terrible block since I had my son, though. Any tips on how to break it out? I love that quote, Valus (and I'm always open to constructive criticism/grammar correction). So, so true. I was actually inspired to write these poems thinking on a very similar theme- after being in a relationship with a man who suffered from serious "mental illness." He dealt with it by giving in to the beast. I've known many people (mostly men, but women too) who've battled their primal urge to be a beast and lost. Have you ever read "Surfacing" by Margaret Atwood, by any chance?
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cpn_edgar_winner Knowflake Posts: 1605 From: Toledo, OH Registered: Apr 2009
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posted September 27, 2009 04:10 PM
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 1404 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted September 29, 2009 01:59 PM
I can relate. quote:
I've been in a terrible block... Any tips on how to break it out?
Fall in love. Travel, or, at least, take day trips. Go to museums or see good movies. Read, read, read. Take mushrooms. Smoke weed. Sleep more. Get a colonic, or do a cleanse. Eat/live healthier. Wait for the time to be right/ripe. Yeah. quote:
"Surfacing" by Margaret Atwood
No. I'll Google. I wanna read "Perfume" by Patrick Suskind. Or maybe "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman. I read mostly classics, and I need to get my head into the 21st century.
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 1404 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted September 29, 2009 02:26 PM
I don't think we should try to combat or "rise above" our animal natures. I think we're meant to integrate them with what we tend to think of as our higher natures. Or maybe both ways are workable, for the one who can make them work; maybe some people integrate and some people rise. It just seems to me that we are fragmented beings, and each of these fragments wants to be only itself, and to dictate (to all the other fragments) the way the world is to be viewed and approached. And it seems to me that we might be mistaken to choose one of these fragments over the others. It seems they are each somehow distorted and exaggerated, -- or, else, that they are each only appropriate under very specific circumstances, and inappropriate in all other cases. Victorians attempted to rise above the beastly, and, though, in many ways, they managed to produce an elegant society (one that respected privacy, subtlety, civility, and decorum), they also repressed some of our most natural, vital, honest, and beautiful instincts and aspirations. The pendulum of history swings between such fragmented extremes as these, laboriously coming to rest at the balanced center of man. But we arent there yet. Not as a species, and not as individuals. We swing with our moods, and so does history. Today we argue for the angels, tomorrow for the animals. And maybe the truth is somewhere in-between them, or maybe angels and animals both need arguing for. Or maybe the truth that is between them is the unknown truth of man (the eye that sees everything but itself)... and maybe all we are is that mediator between the angels and the animals, whose purpose is to speak, with equal sensitivity, on both of their behalfs.IP: Logged |
aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted September 29, 2009 02:52 PM
Oh yes PLEASE read "American Gods." I'm not even really a Gaiman fan, but American Gods had me at hello. Also "Autobiography of Red" by Anne Carson; If you haven't read this already, I have a feeling you will really, really like it. It also deals in Gods and Monsters. More thoughts later. IP: Logged |
aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 11:45 AM
This is how I see it, and it's something I think about an awful lot (being one of those "mentally problematic" people who battles their particularly ferocious animal daily myself)I think the problem is that the dichotomy is almost impossible to reconcile- like you said, Valus, fragmented beings. This is a seriously old existential issue, too; people have been wrestling with this as far back as recorded history can take us (the mythology of the Garden of Eden, for example). Because human beings are animals, yeah; but we have qualities (individuality, creativity, romantic love, intellectualism, guilt, regret, etc) which set us apart from all other animals as well. You look at an animal and you see that animal has absolutely no conflicting feelings about it's life purpose. It knows exactly what it's on earth to do, and does so naturally. Human beings, on the other hand have so much leisure, so much knowledge, and are so segregated from the divine that we battle each other/ourselves constantly trying to figure out what we all, inherently, already know inside of us somewhere-- just like every other animal. I think that's the strongest basis for attraction to animalism, and unleashing your cruelty on to the world. You don't have to wonder anymore whether you're "doing what you're meant to do." You're just doing to do, you just exist- and to hell with guilt, regret, courtship, etc. But what do we do? Forgo empathy? Forgo compulsion? Forgo love? Forgo individuality? I don't want to live in a world like that. But do I? It's interesting to me that meditation (and it's varying forms) seem to help reconcile the anima/animus moreso than any other methods humanity has tried (war, religion, torture, puritanism, psychology). You would think at this point the practice would be so widespread. Personally I feel like human beings are monsters- as you said, maybe some kind of crossbreed between angels/aliens and animals. I don't think we have any idea how positively terrifying and magical we are. It reminds me of another poem (of course): "Report on Human Beings" by Michael Goldman You know about desks and noses, proteins, mortgages, orchestras, nationalities, contraceptives; you have our ruins and records, but they won't tell you what we were like. We were distinguished by our interest in scenery; we could look at things for hours without using or breaking them-- and there was a touch of desperation, not to be found in any other animal, in the looks of love we directed at our children. We were treacherous of course. Like anything here-- winds, dogs, the sun-- we could turn against you unexpectedly, we could let you down. But what was remarkable about us and which you will not believe is that we alone, with the exception of a few pets who probably learned it from us, when betrayed were frequently surprised. We were one of a million species who continually cried out or silently wept with pain. I am proud that we alone resented taking part in the chorus. Yes, some of us liked to cause pain. Yes, most of us sometimes like to cause pain, but I am proud that most of us were ashamed afterward. Our love of poetry would have amused you; we were so proud of language we thought we invented it (and thus failed to notice the speech of animals, the birds' repeated warnings, the whispered intelligence of mutant cells). We did invent boredom, a fruitful state. It hid the size of our desires. We were spared many murders, many religions because we could say, "I am bored." A kind of clarity came when we said it and we could go to Paris or the movies, give useful parties, master languages, rather than sink our teeth into our lover's throat and shake till things felt right again. Out of the same pulsing world you know, out of gases, whorls, fronds, feelers, jellies, we devised hard edges, stranges of infinite tension stretched to guide us. The mind’s pure snowflake was our map. Lines, angles, outlines not to be found in rocks or seas or living matter or in the holes of space, how strange these shapes must look to you, at odds with everything, uncanny, broken from the flow, I think they must be for you what we called art. What was most wonderful about us was our kindness, but of this it is impossible to speak. Only someone who knows our cruelty, who knows the fears we always lived with, fear of inside and outside, smooth and rough, soft and hard, wet and dry, touch and no touch, only someone who understands the great palace we built on the axis of time out of our fear and cruelty called history, only those who have lived in the anger of a great modern city, who saw the traffic in the morning and the police at night can know how heartbreaking our kindness was. Let me put it this way. One of us said, "I think our life is not as good as the mind warrants," another, "It is hard to be alone and alive at the same time." To understand these statements you would have to be human. Our destruction as a species was accidental. Characteristically we blamed it on ourselves, which neither the eagle nor the dinosaur would do. Look closely around you, study your instruments, scan the night sky. We were alien. Nothing in the universe resembles us. IP: Logged |
Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 11:58 AM
quote: I think the problem is that the dichotomy is almost impossible to reconcile
Why do you need to reconcile it, aerial? Why not just accept it for what it is and live it? We are all weak. We are human. And that's beautiful. quote: You look at an animal and you see that animal has absolutely no conflicting feelings about it's life purpose.
I believe that intuitively people have no conflicting feelings about their life purpose either. It appears that for some people though this "intuitive place of peace" is buried too deep inside and it takes a lot of determination and time to reach it. quote: You don't have to wonder anymore whether you're "doing what you're meant to do." You're just doing to do, you just exist- and to hell with guilt, regret, courtship, etc.But what do we do? Forgo empathy? Forgo compulsion? Forgo love? Forgo individuality? I don't want to live in a world like that. But do I?
You were born a human, aerial. I know these are rhetorical questions but if taken literally - no, you don't live in a world like that. And I have an inkling that you won't like a world like that either. IP: Logged |
aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 12:37 PM
quote: Why do you need to reconcile it, aerial?
Oh, I don't necessarily feel *I* need to, personally. I was speaking of the collective "we," humanity in general, which has made a mess of itself over thousands of years trying in vain to reconcile their animal. I'm pretty comfortable with my Wolf Girl, warts and all, even if she tends to be fairly reactive. The battle we fight is that she forgets a lot that the "civilized world is a zoo, not a jungle!" quote: I believe that intuitively people have no conflicting feelings about their life purpose either. It appears that for some people though this "intuitive place of peace" is buried too deep inside and it takes a lot of determination and time to reach it.
I whole-heartedly agree! It's inside all of us; even if we (the collective "we") fear death, birth, our impulses, etc- we already know how it all begins and ends. Maybe that's why meditation tends to ease these same types of fear? The deeper "we" permit ourselves to go in to our own minds, the more we realize how much our instincts have figured out already? IP: Logged |
Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 12:42 PM
quote: I'm pretty comfortable with my Wolf Girl, warts and all, even if she tends to be fairly reactive.
So you mean, you don't count to ten before you speak? I expect nothing less from an Aries with a Gemini Rising! I don't know how we can have a debate if we both agree on all points. If we ever get to hang out, we'll probably get intoxicated and talk boys ('cause I really like you and I think we'll get along) Let's find something to argue over! Do you like the color teal? IP: Logged |
aerialcircus Knowflake Posts: 336 From: Western Massachusetts, US Registered: May 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 01:04 PM
I PREFER TO USE THE WORD "TURQUOISE" ACTUALLY.*ANGERRRRR* okay, this isn't working! Maybe we could just make a long list of incredibly intelligent people who agree with us instead? IP: Logged |
Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 01:24 PM
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listenstotrees Knowflake Posts: 491 From: Stonehenge Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 07:32 PM
Your poem appeals to me, aerialcircus.I think we have to learn to love our weaknesses, forgive them, learn from them. It is by our mistakes we gain wisdom. So we need to make mistakes. So there's no point in torturing ourselves for our transgressions. But to learn. IP: Logged |
listenstotrees Knowflake Posts: 491 From: Stonehenge Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 01, 2009 07:33 PM
Oh wow, that's my favourite Albert Einstein quote too. IP: Logged |
Valus Knowflake Posts: 1404 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 02, 2009 10:14 AM
Interesting responses.We are monsters and angels. Some people are better at accepting this contradiction. Some people can't even admit it. Some people, like myself, struggle to reconcile it, and nearly go mad. How can we be so many, so different, things? One day I find myself reactive, vicious, and so ready to spit the fire that's burning on the tip of my tongue. Another day I find my heart softly breaking for everyone, seeing us all as fragile children, and I cannot imagine uttering a harsh word. How can all this be in me? I may never understand it, and never accept the (seemingly irreconcilable) mystery of it. Remember Matthew Modine in Full Metal Jacket, when asked about the markings on his helmet (a peace sign and the words "Born To Kill"); he says, "[I guess I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, -- you know, the Jungian thing, sir!]", and his superior gives him an unknowing look. Is there a time to kill? Or is that when the best of us mount the cross ourselves? Can we be too gentle? Are angels like gossamer kittens? What of Rilke ("Every angel is terrifying.")? Aren't we terrified by softness, sweetness, and sacrifice? Don't we wilt away, trying to be flowers? Maybe the angels don't descend because they aren't rugged enough to endure the earth. Is there heavenly fire -- or is that the spirit of the wild? Was Jesus a pushover? Do we want a God with teeth?
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Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 02, 2009 10:33 AM
quote: Don't we wilt away, trying to be flowers?
Sometimes. And yet, it's necessary. To see and accept your flaws for what they are, to live with your bleeding wounds, knowing that they may never heal...is noble and human. You can have a million questions about why and how you came to be what/who you are. Ask them. Watch your answers change with time. IP: Logged |
Yin Knowflake Posts: 634 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted October 02, 2009 02:06 PM
aerial, How is your witty and poetic self today?
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