Sitting in the Organic Underground again... pondering life, the universe, everything. I had only hours before buried old feelings about past relationships. Feeling the beatnik, decided to type something with no direction. See me looking off into space, straining to see something that is not there, ever. I remember an old resolution I once had, the day I wrote My Children at 17; "Never will I marry... I love children, I think I'll have some, but never will I marry." It wasn't until today I realized why I felt that way then, and why I was right. I was correct in my thinking. The old concept of marriage just doesn't apply to relationships today.
"All I ask of a woman is that she shall feel gently towards
me
when my heart feels kindly towards her,
and there shall be the soft, soft tremor as of unheard bells
between us.
It is all I ask.
I am so tired of violent women lashing out and insisting
on being loved, when there is no love in them."
Laws abound to protect one gender over the other, I am the minority in the sense that all laws are designed to exclude me. If I were to say anything about it I would become labeled in a most unpleasant way.
"The great cage of our domesticity kills sex in a man, the simplicity of desire is distorted and twisted awry."
I could feel sorry for myself, or I can move on, trusting no one.
"I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself."
I guess it's a Lawrence day today... I'll just sit and ponder on his words.
---
Friar Greg
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