about women, I now know
I don’t know anything about women
I’m painfully aware of how little of them I have in my life
and my perception is that all of the women in my life are needy, difficult, trouble.
I know this isn’t the whole truth.
I have seen othen women
at moments
the truth is
everyone is needy, difficult, trouble
at times
I imagine I am the person they come to at those times
I have the juice, the answers
or the patience
and only later do I vomit it up
here
so I imagine what their times of strength are
perhaps when they hold their tongue
or punish their child
or take on the difficult task of their Man or Society
when I am ignorant of them
and taking them for granted
but I wanted to relate a scene from Bright Star I found poignant
where Keats is explaining to her that poets write to make people see or accept or be OK with Mystery
and she replies ” I love Mystery! ”
and all the subtext is
he writes for Men to Accept Mystery
because women already do
they are full of mystery
love and fear mystery
live in mystery all the time
it’s no secret
no task
no struggle to attain
it’s natural
yet men
they strive to know and solve everything
that which they cannot
they fear
as it speaks of their limitations
which implies their failure
and if they cannot best it
they would rather obliterate it
all except their love object
who holds their weakness and strength in the same vessel
that’s what The Other is created for
to contain our absence, or faults
And for us to Love
.iP