For Women Who Are Difficult to Love

 

 

you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

- "For Women Who Are Difficult To Love", Warsan Shire

Indeed, the here and now had come to mean everything to them.  For there is no denying that the plague had gradually killed off in all of us the faculty not of love only but even friendship. Naturally enough, since love asks something of the future, and nothing was left us but a series of present moments.

-Albert Camus, The Plague Part 3

I'm currently reading The Plague by Albert Camus and thus far, this is my favorite quote...

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

-Albert Camus, The Plague (Part Two)

It's February already!?

I completed my final 3 weeks of 5th floor walk-up apartment life in Hoboken, NJ. I'm now officially a Mainer again...for now. Time to figure out my life! ...and get back to posting here.

Royal River, Yarmouth, ME

The Monocle Police

While I have somehow become the vagabond of this blog...well, actually that is quite an accurate description of me. However, I also own a monocle, so I find it to be my duty to tell you that today we walked by a shop titled, "The Monocle Shop" and I may have had a mini burst of excitement. To my dismay, it is in fact NOT a shop of monocles.

I'm Amused

Yesterday I had no internet access, so to make up for that, here's three pictures!  They are all amusing to me and possibly no one else.

 

Don't get old, just die.

I wish to share a piece of wisdom, passed down from my mother's mother, Gma.

On the eleventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of the twenty-first century, A. Bates, daughter of M. Corcoran, proclaimed, "Girls, don't get old." To which D. Paradise, second eldest granddaughter of A. Bates, responded, "So just go from middle age to dead?" And here marked the greatest piece of wisdom the Corcoran descendants would ever give to the world.