pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CYNICISM SURVIVAL KIT (No. 330 � late Wednesday night, 26 April 2006) In �Desire,� Stephen Dunn refers to �the clarity that the cynical survive with� after they lose love. Rosa and I talked about that cynicism tonight after I said �cancer trumps love� when referencing Pottergrrrl. �Writergrrrl,� she said, �I keep hearing you talk about these women who write in response to your ad, but you seem so removed from it all, so disinterested.� And she�s right. I�m distracting myself, but it would be damn hard to hold my interest enough to dislodge my reservations right now. Yet I know I need distractions, need to force myself to leave my house and interact instead of sitting in the dark alone, writing blog entry after blog entry about connection to � well, to what? To whom? Probably to no one. I mean, come on. I�m anonymous. It�s a blog. It�s not connection (although I am at least processing my feelings, which is helpful�especially for someone who learns what she feels by writing about it). I know that I need to quit isolating, but also know that this doesn�t help me find any faith in people right now. I cried all the way home from Rosa�s last night because I kept thinking about how much Pottergrrrl and I loved to go out there together, how much we loved hiking in the woods around their house, how I�d swing her in the air in their fields and we�d kiss there. I feel like a great big dripping open wound right now, and no damn good for anything. My shrink says I�m just reeling from being betrayed and hurt by someone who claimed to love me, that I need to give myself a break and just heal. And yeah, I guess that�s true. But I�m also lonely. And I am officially off my high-protein, low-carb diet until I return from NYC because Rosa forgot and made homemade pizza for dinner last night and well, I was, as we said in South Cackylacky, hongry. We built a roaring fire�which I may do tonight at home (after the play), since it turned cold again� and watched �Waiting in Africa� on a big screen that is attached to one of the open frames above the farmhouse�s living room. The film made Rosa miss Africa and made me want to go. It also made me remember how easy it is to let fascism and bigotry rule. Meanwhile, Cybrariangrrl and I hit the nail on the head with Africagrrrl. She left a message yesterday morning with all her phone numbers and said �call me,� left one last night when I responded by saying I�m going to a play tonight so will catch up with her when I return from NYC to tell me when she�d be home so I can call her, then left another one this morning saying to call her because she wants to be sure to catch up with each other before I leave town. I wrote back and said I don�t think I�ll get a chance to call but I hope she enjoys the conference. I�ll deal with this when I return. Meanwhile, the third solid day of cold rain has made me wonder if I could live in Seattle after all. I hope so, because that�s still my fantasy. I�m vested in July 2007 and, unless something changes and Filmgrrl moves back to the east coast, I will probably start looking for job opportunities out there. This is also good motivation for me to continue purging my house of unnecessary belongings such as, oh, all those heavy 1950s jazz albums that I ought to sell on eBay. � The New York Times recognizes today�s somber twenty-year anniversary with an interactive �Chernobyl�s Legacy: 20 Years Later� online exhibit that includes these observations:
This reminds me of a poignant poem that French surrealist and working-class hero Jacques Pr�vert wrote during his military service in WWII: BARBARA I will probably hang out in a caf� some of tomorrow�especially if it�s raining and I can�t cut my grass�so will try to write another entry before I get on the plane. Otherwise, I�ll be back late next week with plenty of stories from NYC. 11:55 p.m. - 2006-4-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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