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Thursday, September 14, 2006

a funny little thing called love

It's a funny world where you can have food without pleasure, money without charity, and sex without love. It's all pretty overwhelming sometimes. Even the simplest things can seem so complex. I found this poem by Sharon Olds and was slapped in the face with love for her. Sometimes I do feel like a single body alone in the universe, but I keep running anyways.

Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-Sharon Olds

man walking

7 Comments:

Blogger Josh said...

A poem that mentions love AND good food (steak, wine)... I'm sold on it too.

5:28 PM  
Anonymous Lina said...

Love is unity with or without physical expressions of love. One can be with another person, and be silent for hours sharing love. That kind of experience really makes us understand what is important in our lives. If one feels lonely, we can love, and feel how things around us change. Could be wrong... Doubt. Is it really a better world when we love others? Isn't it?

8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the way I loved that photo. What did it represent?

Don't feel lonely. You are always full of the things that surround you. Open your eyes to the stars, the tress, the wind, the river, the man walking under a tree, and then, admire our surroundings. This will make us remember we are very special for living that moment and stop taking it for granted.

Love will reach you because you are so full of it. I read some comments, and understood why you are so special. Keep it up! Smile! You are very special. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

8:39 AM  
Blogger Ari said...

you are an amazing girl. i miss you like i miss paris. always and everywhere.

11:15 AM  
Blogger Raj said...

You know that I am a big fan of your writing but lately I think that your entries have been stellar. The choice of topics, the subtle emotion...it is so exceptional. And the comment from your friend Ari is very touching!

8:43 PM  
Blogger Gillian Young said...

josh- you know the steak sold me on it too

lina- thanks for your insight. This world could use a little more love.

anonymous- thank you, the photo represents walking alone, solitude. Not loneliness, but being alone.

ari- god I miss you too man. We better work something out so we can see each other, because I'm not letting you out of my life that easy.

raj- thanks so much, your comments are always so kind and encouraging!

7:01 AM  
Blogger chandra said...

gillian,

LOVE is always true,
If it is not true it is NOt Love.

see me at : chandrasart.blogspot.com

warm wishes

chandra

1:04 PM  

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