pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LOVING DESPITE DESTRUCTION Several friends who are grieving lost love right now and I have been supporting each other, and I can report that I seem to be slowly locating my heart again. It still feels more like a spent charcoal briquette than a living beating thing with atriums and ventricles pushing life and passion and lust and discovery and wonder through my veins sometimes though. Pottergrrl asked me today why I got involved with Buzzcut. Why her? Well, Buzzcut was my first stab at coming out of the deep chill I have been in since I found the Ginger with Dickboy and we both said we wanted to keep things casual. I am certainly not in love with her and don't even know her that well, so the question is a good one. Here's what I wrote back: Part of the reason, I believe, is simply that I have been lonely and isolated and so was longing for affection, for connection. • Computergrrl limits herself to casual relationships right now because she has interior work to do. I like that. I respect that. But, in my experience, when I say that I only want to be casual with someone and tell myself all the reasons why I am better off alone—I can focus on the Great American Novel; I can compile a new collection of poems, I can sculpt, I can play the guitar; I can paint; I can sit with my emotions and find the me that isn't defined by the woman I am fucking, yada yada yada—I inevitably meet someone who makes me realize that I don't so much want to be alone as I want to give my attention and time to someone who is worthy of it, who challenges me and makes my eyes pop open in wonder at least occasionally and fucks me wobbly and makes me think in new ways and digs deeper than she's gone before, who expresses her love openly and is loyal and consistent and caring (and, please, is it too much to ask that she actually be kind too?) ... and, when that happens, I realize that I can get to all those places that I previously believed I had to mine alone with another person, and with renewed passion. Pottergrrl wrote this kind message to me: Bird: This thing that happened to you was a calamity, but it is also presenting you with opportunity on which there is no ceiling. Relax, do inner work. You are at an exciting place in your life. A person whom you love but could no longer respect, has done you the favor of leaving you. Thousands of paths are open to you. Send a request out to the universe for people who are supportive. Don't settle for the selfish Buzzcuts of the world. So what if she dabbled then ran; she is also not the one, and she saved you the heartache of discovering it later on. You have inner treasures and talents that most people don't even know they should covet. Jebus' advice about not throwing your pearls to swine is really true. Don't waste your time, and don't regret that the people you care(d) about will never understand the nature of what you have to offer. • What a kind thing to write. I especially love "a person whom you love but could no longer respect has done you the favor of leaving you." A good spin to put on how I can choose to look at events. Thank you for this insight, Pottergrrl.All this puts me in mind of a poem that I really like—one that reminds me that the spark of love warms us and drives us to poetry even when we face hum-drum aspects of our lives, when we want to keep sleeping but must hurl ourselves into the flame.
THE UNWRITTEN POEM • Finally, today is the nineteenth anniversary of the world's worst nuclear accident, which occurred at the Chernobyl plant in the Soviet Union. An explosion and fire that occurred in Reactor No. 4 sent radioactivity into our atmosphere and killed thirty-one people instantly. Sadly, Savannah River Nuclear Power site—the site where I pulled radioactive alligators onto airboats to tag them and identify their abnormalities for an ecology lab (always good training for an MFA in poetry!)—is the most contaminated place on earth even AFTER the Chernobyl disaster. That sandy plot of South Carolina land with US Government stamped across it also has the odd distinction of being a Superfund site that the government is pouring billions into for cleanup while simultaneously being a site for new bomb production, thanks to GWB's so-called thinking. So, essentially, we are making a Superfund site even more contaminated as we spend billions cleaning it up! I guess burying all those radioactive fuel rods in cardboard boxes like they did wasn't the BEST idea. 10:25 a.m. - 2005-04-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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