They say that schizophrenics in agrarian communities have voices that are kind, whereas in the West, the voices are harsh, angry, mocking. I don't know if this is true, but it wouldn't surprise me if it was.
We're mean to ourselves, and we are mean to each other. This is why it makes me so happy to watch the woman amuse herself. There is wisdom and strength in it.
Me? I'm up in my apartment, berating myself. Listing all my faults. But I can appreciate that there is a better way even if I can't achieve it.
So, I watch. And try to learn.
I love the wisdom and the strength.
ReplyDeleteI’m not dancing for you. Not a soft shoe, not a waltz, no slow seductive sweep along the floor. My eyes are my own instruments of destruction, my dagger into your tender soul. Don’t you think I know better than to fall for shit like that? You think, you lose. You try, you lose. You come over here with your full heart and your full self and you tell me what you plan to be doing five, ten years from now. You show me. Don’t tell me shit. You show me the home, the fire, the image of two old folks sipping a beer in a porch rocker, laughing about all that shit they did.
ReplyDeleteThat I want to hear.