Wednesday, February 01, 2006
for the widows in tahquemenon county.
all lovers are fools, twinned and tangled in the silence of consent, radiant with the perfect potential of sepia-toned lovesongs, sure in the belief that all their stories are happy-ever-afters, and riding on bright-white, all-conquering wings into the glorious sunset, losing themselves in the infinite universes of each-other, where everything seems brighter, newer, and all-improved-fresher.
all lovers are doubters, in the stillness of the night, their questions magnified by the silence they once cherished in the confidence of new love. and so they pattern their thoughts to match their words; the absentminded meeting of teeth and lips to form the phrases they never thought would lapse back into vapidity, their relevance lost in translation, through the inexorable machinations of suspicion and entropy, from truth to muttered placation. and soon, our words start to take on new and terrible meanings, or else lose them altogether, falling through their silences over telephone lines and filling in their colouring-book fairytale with last-ditch blind desperation.
and that is the course and the doom of all our loves: to end in ignominity, with doublespeak and asp-tongued barbwired hellogoodbyes; and the quiet collapse of the edifice of all our expectations.
all lovers are gamblers, staking their hearts on a turn of the wheel, and the blind six-barrelled chamber knows as well as i do that even the best of us falter and fail. but we also do (eventually) triumph, and victory is all the sweeter when won from the jaws of doubt and denial. hold fast to your heart, and one day you shall rise from the ashes and soar singing into your glorious sunrise.
+ fictions&fires
4:38 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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