Friday, January 17, 2025

Love and marriage June 2014

  

Our poet’s recent writing returns to a theme that I had found odd when she first raised it many poems ago, about her feelings regarding love and marriage.

With the exception of her marriage (which lasted five years) her life has largely been a series of brief romances, often putting her in the role of side chick.

She might get any man she desires, they inevitably return home to their wives, leaving her alone.

While she once bought the farm, as she referred to her marriage, it was so heavy with jealousy (he used to excuse her cheating on  her to justify his own infidelity)

Her affair last year with a married man she could not resist seems to be the norm for her,

She even mocked (too strong a word) the life style he was returning to, when oddly enough, it appears she wanted that life style, too, just didn’t know how to get it.

Even with me, it was never going to be what she wanted, a man to stay with her the whole night. Nor would be get it from others I suspected she got involved with.

RR had potential, although when their affair started, he was still married with kids.

It is difficult for me to distinguish between those she really hoped to make a life with from those who simply used to trickle up.

In one recent essay, she wrote about being addicted to food and sex, and so this complicated any evaluation of her lovers, between those with whom she is only working something out with and those she might want as a life partner.

Maybe even she can’t distinguish between the two.


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Hard boiled? June 2014

  

Her most recent poem (which I still suspect is aimed at RR) made me realize something important about our poet’s character.

She is not nearly as hard boiled as she would like people to believe.

Even after she has moved on from someone, she still retains some measure of tenderness towards that person.

I can’t say this is true of all her ex-lovers, but it is clear from this poem that she still had tender feelings towards the person she was writing it to.

In some measure, she showed similar feelings towards me even in the aftermath of her forgiveness poem – as demonstrated in her poems about compassion and quick sand.

Even some of her writing about her chef ere couched with similar tones, even though he eventually became her primary stalker for a time.

I know almost nothing about those who preceded him, with the possible exception of her ex-husband, who remained her friend despite his years of jealousy while they were still married.

I suspect she would have even retained some tender feelings towards the man who drugged and raped her, had he been satisfied with what she had offered rather than seeking to take more than he deserved.

After all, he had hit on her so often (even though he was her girlfriend’s boyfriend) she appeared to take pity on him and consented to have sex originally with him. Had he been satisfied with that and refrained from his horrible act later, she might have had some better feelings towards him later.

How she felt about her female lover is a mystery, though the woman eventually also became a stalker, and ruined whatever kind of peaceful resolution they might have come to.

Our poet once told me that there were always stalkers in her life, some worse than others.

Yet I suspect that she is far more vulnerable behind that hard shell she retains, and seeks to be firm in order to keep from being hurt.

 


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Tuesday, January 14, 2025

She is almost there June 28, 2014

 So the guy she said had not gotten back to her finally got back to her and got her a job – wel almost

The scary part of all this is how much it sounds like it did four years ago after she had left her job in New York state, reinventing to the role of newby trainee, who wants to learn all there is to learn about her new job so she can impress her new boss.

 she's met several bosses already and this suggests a pecking order she may be able to trickle up just as she has done each and every other place she's worked

she won't say what the job is for privacy and not put a jinx on it, but most likely she does not want any of her enemies to do anything to screw things up before she has her chance to get into it for real

she has taken several steps back in this piece perhaps because she haven't posted in a while and skipped some of the intermittent steps that show her reading her mask to the new reality

while she complains about how stagnant her life has been lately, it is still pretty packed, she claims, neglecting to mention her recent trip to The majestic hotel near Asbury Park, a place he has taken previous trips to possibly to visit the same person

True to form when she regains her sense of entitlement she tries to convince people just how overworked she is

She claims she's not taking on the work like she used to, so she feels slower and the use of  the word “women” suggest it is some sort of not profit maybe, a women's center perhaps and this makes two points with her new boss in one sentence

She's obviously leaping into the new job with two feet, doing a lot at the start then getting overworked to the point where she needs to reduce the workload and so she winds up doing less later still overworked anyway

The new job apparently will emphasize her writing skills most likely PR

she mentions how completed she feels to write even though she does not feel particularly philosophical .she must assume her new boss is among those reading her blog although she clearly his referencing to someone else as well

She said she has to do some catching up in the blog to keep people apprised of her current situation

She said she had her second interview with the organization which he had been waiting to hear from and who she thought had forgotten about her.

 she was scheduled for a third interview with the boss of bosses yesterday and has been asked to study up on a bunch of subjects relevant to the writing position and then discuss them over the phone in order to prepare for fourth interview

The fourth interview with the boss of bosses is scheduled for July 7th

She said the job meets all her criteria and then some at a reputable non-profit for a cause close to her heart in the Union Square area

It is run by incredibly gifted kind and generous people who seem to respect those around them and have already demonstrated and ability to see what she has to offer and to value it and it is a writing position

She seems to be scolding her old bosses for not appreciating her well buttering up her new bosses her

Her wording suggests that she will be working with disabled or some sort she says she hasn't talked about pay yet but won't settle for less than she previously made

In some way she says the job seems too good to be true

It is very difficult to tell just how much of all this is real since everything hinges on things that I know nothing about and how this fits into her ability to seek power

 but she is clearly sending a message to others that she has landed something better despite those others getting rid of her

She goes on to describe the level of difficulty in her determination to do well the materials she's been asked to peruse or apparently dense and bureaucratic.

 nothing new to her though she's spent hours pouring over it, making written notes then computer notes, then flashcards

She met with a friend  -- who worked with the same clientele tthis not profit advocate for -- to discuss what she learned and how she waits for the phone call on the boss to discuss what she learned in order to prepare for the meeting with the boss

She seems to think that the boss has stacked the deck in her favor and trying to see how well she does in dealing with the dense material and this is something like she had to go through when taking SATs and hopes that his faith in her is legitimate, and that her task will be to convince others and not disappoint them.

She's also a bit scared that after putting so much effort in time into this she won't get the job although her intuition tells her she will

But even if she doesn't, it is how she moves through the world she writes learning no matter what topic it is never a waste no applying yourself wholeheartedly and 110% towards your journey

She is trying to avoid some of the mistakes in the past. this is not a reflection on her Worth or her abilities or her deservingness

 in the meantime, she has to drive herself slightly nuts waiting for today's goal and then waiting a week for hopefully final interview

she posted nothing since this

it's difficult to tell how the phone interview went or if there will be a follow-up on July 7th even if the phone call went well she might be too scared to jinx it with another posting until she is sure of what she's got


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Shreds Oct 23, 2024

  

I wake to a chill I did not face by day, a limb, a foot -- in this case -- exposed to the unheated room, stirring me up from a dream I can barely recall, and can't get back to,  vague images like shreds of clouds I lose when I tried to grasp them, and when I sleep again it is to a new dream I know I won't recall later either, just ether through which my mind passes on this trip from waking to sleep to waking again, my fingers this time clawing my way out of this cocoon, more lingering images,  more shreds though through it all, one persisting nagging thing a set of eyes, staring back out of the fog,  one I know or knew and can never forget


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Train to nowhere Oct 22, 2024

 

The train, long and determined, pushes through the landscape of changing leaves, golden tears mixed with crimson bits of blood, the year soon trudging to close

 I do not look too far ahead, dreading the landscape I know will arrive once the last and leaves expire,  a year full of old ghosts I can’t be shed of -- perhaps do not want to be, the  bumps and bruises of this Trek through Time mostly forgotten, leaving the litter of fonder memories, the golden crimson I recall long after it has gone to brown, this never ending ritual in which I play only a small part

 I get off somewhere ahead.

 I just don't know where or when


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When the music stops Sept 23, 2012

  

Her music plays in my head even when I'm not hooked into hers website, or listening to the songs she gave me or the others I stole off the internet, some she wrote about someone she loved, others written by others she makes her own

 when she sings I hear it all even when I walk alone, her songs are the songs of the river and the air, the landscape I shape in my head from back when she put it all together

Not all her songs happy, most not, of heartache, of passion, one past of which I share while her voice speaks to shadows of people long ago, far away, of people I will never know while I sometimes -- in the dark  of night --  pretend they are for me, even though I man the target of discord echoes, the rage she has experienced, the hatred she harbors for me and me alone

Her music playing beyond me as part of some universe in which I play no part, the endless record repeated over and over with me too scared to pick up the needle, unable to stand the silence I know will hurt me deeply when the music finally stops -- as it must


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Monday, January 13, 2025

Waiting for the light to go out Sept 22, 2012

  

I'm here in my alcove, waiting for the lights to come on or go off, for some master wizard to flick the lighter-like device that determines our fate, snatching illumination we need in order to keep on when all inside seems so dim

 I'm waiting for her to come or go, to climb the stairs or desend them, to make her way past where I sit so she can ignore me, to make it clear by not looking at me that I do not exist.

I am the light lost in her life, flicked out of existence by the wizard’s switch

I can almost hear the snakes that crawl through these walls, speaking to me in tongues nobody else understands but me, warning me to behave or risk turning myself into stone, spiders fleeing at my feet, the blood of the innocent unicorn on my hands on my lips as I wait for immortality I don't deserve

am I the undeserving so cast out of that churchyard, unable to explain the great disarray I found.

But who in all this is really evil?  I

Are we not all just a little bit tainted, to do what we must to survive

 and can I pass judgment on others when I've done as much as they

 


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