Aesthetics is the sensory and intellectual response to the divinity of Being. Religion is the emotional and ethical response. Science is the cognitive and manipulative response.
It makes sense, but the desperation grows. There is friendship, and there is family, and then there is silence swollen with the murky fog of almost but not-quite forgotten sins, the jagged shards of broken promises that have not quite dulled with time, and the slimy residue of wounded feelings. There are so very many things that are never talked about. Instead you shut your eyes, you tell yourselves this is friendship and this is love, and you never say, where were you when I needed you, and you never wonder why you are attacked by sudden, terrible bouts of loneliness.
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I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a little handy when you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen and also too inebriated to make up your own mind. I guess I got carried away and made it up for you. Ah, well. From what I could tell, what with the leg-kicking and hand-squeezing, not to mention that one awkward hand-kiss thing you did, you thoroughly enjoyed it. Maybe next time we’ll both be too out of it to stop ourselves and Shit. Will. Get. Real.
Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
between “green thread”
and “broccoli” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”
Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning — to cheer you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,
that also needs accomplishing
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Tony Hoagland, from “The Word” (via awritersruminations) (Source: ekphora.blogspot.com) |
