Tuesday, June 23, 2009
scenes from a marriage (of Heaven and Hell)
"What if I turned you on with a button and made you happy, would you want it just as much baby? Would you enjoy it just as much?"
Two reasons for a failing relationship:
1. We're Different
2. It's (one of ) our fault(s)
1. I acknowledge difference, unlike most people who feel we are all part one big happy human family. If I indulge in, what people consider, hyper-generalizations, it's mostly an effort to navigate through difference, not allowing it to come in the way of our common goals, aspirations, dreams.
This requires study and commitment, to languages and culture, travel and those unmeasured nights of revelry where the stars and sky take on a deeper meaning.
But first, we must accept that we are different, in ways that matter. Differences are overcome if the love is there.
2. So, it's (one of) our fault(s)
Rings true, and works well with my American self-reliant upbringing. Blame yourself. Accept responsibility. But when passion and magic are lacking, it's hard to have your heart in a plan; feels mechanical and forced. Sometimes our acumen of organization and go-getting, can land us in a lifeless relationship. One can adjust to anything if one tries hard enough.
The fundamental question becomes: Do you feel it? But what am I suppose to feel? Sexual passion, respect for the other person, a feeling of awe as the light of their inner and outer beauty bathes me in ecstasy?
Yes, yes, and yes, if that is how you want to live and be. How alive do you want to be? How much can you handle before it tips fatally into the "Anna Karenina" realm.
Beautiful, passionate, irrational women are riveting as much as they are dangerous. That is what attracts us to them. Their capacity to both create and destroy, that balance and uncertainty, is what turns us on.
After awhile we become tired and old, and then we look to someone we can build a life with; pay the bills with. A very different form of love grows; the loves of comfort and certainty. The joys of bearing beautiful fruit; children and careers, and a home in the world.
Can a man have both?
What was founded on recklessness and irrationality, can it grow into taking on the very serious conditions of human existence; War; poverty; suffering; death?
"I'm a warrior baby. I believe stronger in the fight, then our love. You feel uncomfortable that I believe in a truth so strongly, that I can kill for it?
But not believing is believing; in nothingness and nihilism.
You were my joy, my salvation, for those dark and quiet nights, after a hard day's work. Someone understood me, and beauty filled my life, as if I had plucked the most precious flower from the garden of Eden, whose fragrance bloomed only for me, forging my soul, renewing my strength and faith for the good fight. You made it all make sense. You saved me from selfishness, cruelty and a bitter life nursed by Jack Daniels and Marlboro Reds.
Though slowly this flower began to whither in my arms. And though I was made of the same element as the Earth, from which she came; wind, rain and fire; there was nothing I could do to bring her back to me. She was gone"
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- Greenwich Village original
- Film Review: Shoot the Piano Player
- I am American (Obama)
- Kashmir, India's Albatross
- Film Review: Ingmar Bergman
- Mayawati: Low caste Queen
- Passion Vs. Clockwork
- Heart of Darkness
- Italian Professors
- Break on Through
- Love, come back
- Albert Camus in Queens
- The Passions of Civilization
- Mumbai Terror
- Haiti Earthquake