Poetry shards
Mar. 5th, 2002 04:53 pmI saved some of the more memorable bits that originated from my magnetic poetry kit on the fridge. Which has not been up since I moved into my apt. About time I put them back. They were a small force for creativity...random juxtapositions of words resulting in interesting thought-sparks. I had the basic set, and the Shakespeare set. (Thee, thou, codpiece, bawdy, loathe, that sort of words.)
I call them poetry shards, because they're mostly just snippets, and the play on words amuses me. Here are all the shards I saved. Damn, I'd forgotten how good some of these really are! (It's amusing, too, that I'm writing this in MSWord, and it doesn't seem to believe in Elizabethan English. According to the spillchucker, Begone should be Begonia. Knowst should be Knots.) It may be obvious that these were all written during the collapse of my marriage.
And hastily seek poison
Which hath a smell of temptationAway, lady! Question nightly
Thy drunken daydreamsFarewell, goblet, deceive drunkard no more!
Farewell, measured grace! Begone seemliness!
Aye, vouchsafe me whatsoever merry temptation
Perchance may quench my fiery bosomForswear melancholy vehemence
Foul villain and bawdy wench alike
Yield, cursing, to loathsome deathHasten therefore in ghostly grace
Yielding every vow
Lest love's wanton tale
Strike some wicked deathI beseech thee lover,
Such mercy vouchsafe
That light o'ermeasureI curse direst mischance
Whatsoever cometh
With yonder perilous question
Foul loathsome dreamJest and slander warrant naught
Make enemy of friend
And almost never bring fortuneMen speak torment in false lordship
Wherefore envy night?
Wherefore sanctify every wanton codpiece
Lest fair fortune poison mortal lover?
Knowst thou not that ghostly envy
Must then torment thee with trifles
For thy vulgar jesting?
Forswear perilous death and tempt maiden never
But bestow thy melancholy dream therefore
Upon the discontented breast of an idle woman.
After the paperwork was done, I went to see Lord of the Rings again, and as I had hoped, I was able to concentrate more on the movie for itself and less on the differences or correspondences with the novel. I went with my lovely Jen, for what was also her second viewing, and we held hands for the whole three hours. (All in chorus now, "Awwww!") My instant reaction to this viewing: "My what a lot of beautiful men!" complete with a wistful look.
Jen is so much fun to be around. We laugh and giggle over all kinds of things, and make up absurdly funny things for our characters to do that never actually happen in game. I do wish we had more time together, or that she would take me seriously when I suggest she move in with me. I don't quite know why but she evades the issue. On the way home I considered just asking for an effort toward one day a week.
Kirk is the oldest friend I have; we met in college in 1989. The four of us, he and his girlfriend Lore, and I and my boyfriend Jim, were nearly inseparable. Oddly, and the four of us even remarked on it at times, the pairings seemed to be wrong-way-round. Kirk and I were much more compatible than Jim and I, and Jim and Lore were very compatible as well.
Kirk told me the following spring that he had been in love with me for several months, and that Lore had agreed that he and I could sleep together if I was willing. But I was still trying to hang on to the shreds of my relationship with Jim, so I turned him down. After that we still managed to maintain the friendship as close and cuddly as ever, perhaps even a bit more so, with regular flirting and teasing.
Come the next year, I moved to St. Louis to start a job. I returned to B'ton to visit him several times over the next year, and then I met and began dating Ray. Ray and I even went to B'ton once to vist Kirk together. I remember Kirk telling Ray pretty much exactly how he felt about me and Ray saying that it was ok as long as...what were his criteria? Probably words to the effect of "as long as nothing happens and I know it's one-sided".
Ray and I got married--Kirk was my "maid of honor"--and we moved to the UK. Kirk and I wrote lots of long letters back and forth, and sometime in there I realized that I loved him and always had. He met the wonderful Laura and decided to marry her. Ray and I flew home and I was "best man" at the wedding. I told Kirk during a long conversation alone something of what I'd come to realize, and we again agreed that it was not possible.
Then sometime after Ray and I moved home again, Kirk told me that he and Laura were opening their marriage. This floored me. I had never even considered such a thing to be possible, even if some of the situations with Lore and Jim came close. I started remembering all the novels I'd read, with things like group marriages, and did a 'net search on exactly that phrase, which led me to alt.polyamory.
In May 1997 I went to B'ton again, alone this time, and finally expressed my full feelings. And again we decided to put our feelings on hold until I could talk to Ray and gain his consent.
That talk is what started us on the road that ended up in divorce. Ray was incapable of accepting even the fact of my feelings, let alone any physical expression of them. He went to his priest that week and was told that "most men would have divorced her already"--for having feelings!
We tried, or at least I tried, to reach compromise, but it was not possible, even after four different periods of counseling with three different counselors. Ray was adamant on "Marriage is...
In the course of all that, while I was fighting to keep the marriage at all costs, the towering oak of my friendship with Kirk was cut down. The roots are still alive, I think, and there is a sapling there, but it is fragile and slender.
Ironically, Kirk and Laura have since re-closed their marriage, but I've decided that I am truly poly. I could list five or six people that I love "like that".
Happy not-iversary to me...
Dec. 12th, 2001 10:40 pmRay is pouting about not getting any visitation "on Christmas". The custody agreement clearly states that we alternate years for Christmas and Thanksgiving, each of which comprise two days. He had Thanksgiving Thursday and Friday this year. Now he wants part of my Christmas too! "But I won't see her at all on Christmas..." he whines. "But if you already have plans..." Like it's such a great sacrifice he's making to just live up to the agreement he already signed.
I told him I wasn't willing to discuss it at the moment, especially since the discussion was already degenerating into an argument. But I had to promise that "sometime next year" we'd talk about it.
He kept doing reductio ad absurdam on me. "You mean if I needed 10 minutes extra one day you'd insist on 10 makeup minutes?" I told him that he wasn't asking about being 10 minutes late, he was asking me to take two hours out of my day to drive her somewhere so he can see her for 10 minutes, and then take her back. Which would severely disrupt her, too. She gets confused and unhappy when one of us comes to the other's place and she is there, but she doesn't get to go home with the visitor.
In car news, I test drove a Mazda Protege5 today, finally. Only two weeks after the accident! The test drive car was brightest yellow, which shockingly looked quite good on it, but I just can't see myself driving a yellow car for ten years. I think red or blue are a better bet.
And as you can see, I got the digital images from the accident scene. My car is the red one. The driver of the white car took the pic, and the third car that hit me is not visible. ( More pictures... )