Water Hole Last night the lighting fixture above my bed was a fishbowl.  Two elegant and slow fish circled, casting shadows on my wrinkled comforter. Taking notice of the shadows, my gaze turned upward and I locked eyes with one of the lazy goldfish.  Upon looking intently at me, he gracefully exited the bowl and held position in the air, waving his fins, with the appearance of treading water. 'Impossible,' I whispered, and broke his stillness by gently clasping him in my palms.  'He'll die without water.' Without wincing or thinking twice, I broke the surface of my bed, placing him in the current of it, and he swam away. My bed rippled and I kissed you.

Water Hole

Last night the lighting fixture above my bed was a fishbowl.  Two elegant and slow fish circled, casting shadows on my wrinkled comforter.

Taking notice of the shadows, my gaze turned upward and I locked eyes with one of the lazy goldfish.  Upon looking intently at me, he gracefully exited the bowl and held position in the air, waving his fins, with the appearance of treading water.

'Impossible,' I whispered, and broke his stillness by gently clasping him in my palms.  'He'll die without water.'

Without wincing or thinking twice, I broke the surface of my bed, placing him in the current of it, and he swam away.

My bed rippled and I kissed you.

tylerknott:


What liberationit isto no longerworryof thingsbeyond myscope.-Tyler Knott Gregson-
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
As is such things.
Steinbeck on Love New York November 10, 1958 Dear Thom: We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers. First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you. Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had. You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love. But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you. Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it. The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it. If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration. Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also. It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good. Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it. We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can. And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away. Love, Fa

Steinbeck on Love

New York
November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa

Today "I have this image of what it is to love someone, or rather, to be in a deep and loving relationship. It looks like: Swimming.  It looks like skinny dipping in the brightest possible water, inside of the other person’s brain.  And you can see everything.  The corner which contains the childhood stories.  The ceiling which displays the hopes and dreams.  The walls which have encrypted dark secrets.  To elegently swim amongst it all, and study it, and learn it, and love it; that is what love means to me.” [5 Nov. 9:02pm.  The scribbles of a girl.]

Today

"I have this image of what it is to love someone, or rather, to be in a deep and loving relationship. It looks like:

Swimming.  It looks like skinny dipping in the brightest possible water, inside of the other person’s brain.  And you can see everything.  The corner which contains the childhood stories.  The ceiling which displays the hopes and dreams.  The walls which have encrypted dark secrets.  To elegently swim amongst it all, and study it, and learn it, and love it; that is what love means to me.”

[5 Nov. 9:02pm.  The scribbles of a girl.]

Make.  Do.  Love.
Turnabout Flip/flop.  Life’s caught me by surprise recently. My boss told me I exclaim too often in my writing.  Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine wrote an entire report with exclamation points.  She too  was reprimanded.   I want to read the memoir of my former lover.  Upon delivery, I’ll eat it up. I’ve earned my title “Anti-christ of romance” and it permeates/magnifies/remains. There are few people I feel threatened by, but when you’re digging on my plot, I’m tempted to shoot you with a blowgun. I could spend my life at the new Spacebar Arcade.  FACT. No one’s ever ready for what breakfast life serves up.  You’re always bound to be too hungry or too full.  Rarely just right. The past really is a bitch, and sometimes (as opposed to bowing gracefully to that which has passed) I’m tempted to turnabout and give it the finger. You may be dreading the cold, but I’m so looking forward to hibernating and creating art.

Turnabout

Flip/flop.  Life’s caught me by surprise recently.

My boss told me I exclaim too often in my writing.  Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine wrote an entire report with exclamation points.  She too  was reprimanded.  

I want to read the memoir of my former lover.  Upon delivery, I’ll eat it up.

I’ve earned my title “Anti-christ of romance” and it permeates/magnifies/remains.

There are few people I feel threatened by, but when you’re digging on my plot, I’m tempted to shoot you with a blowgun.

I could spend my life at the new Spacebar Arcade.  FACT.

No one’s ever ready for what breakfast life serves up.  You’re always bound to be too hungry or too full.  Rarely just right.

The past really is a bitch, and sometimes (as opposed to bowing gracefully to that which has passed) I’m tempted to turnabout and give it the finger.

You may be dreading the cold, but I’m so looking forward to hibernating and creating art.