Category Archives: love

Dan Crane, “Magazine Ready, Except the Marriage”

Dan Crane, “Magazine Ready, Except the Marriage” The author shares a painful chapter in his life. He married a girl he met while competing in air guitar. She was considerably younger than him. He confesses they weren’t very “adult” about things, but at one point they bought a house that required major renovation. He ended

On the pain of not being wanted

Dear Madeline: It is easy to say there are those who only want to be loved and have an imprudent and insatiable appetite. I remember one time in classical literature one of the worst tyrants working to establish his glory to be that much more attractive to a beloved. There’s a pain from not being

Louise Bogan, “The Frightened Man”

The Frightened Man (via Modern American Poetry) Louise Bogan In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,– Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even she, so long The frail, the scentless, Is become strong, And proves relentless. O, forget her praise, And how I sought her Through a hazardous maze

Two professionals attempt finding love. What does this mean for their time at the gym?

Still thinking about the flight back. For all the complaining I do about my school, the fact remains it has people patient with things like “books” and “hypotheses” and willing to identify problems worth thinking through. Re: that last part – you don’t identify problems by going “hey, I encountered this recently.” Usually, in my

Viola to Orsino, Act V of “Twelfth Night,” lines 2471-4

I. Something about love actually can be tender: And all those sayings will I overswear; And those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night. – Viola to Orsino in Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night,” Act 5 Finished a close read of Twelfth Night and this just

Birdlike the soul finds

Frown of frustration from him; she savaged the self crafted. A drop of sweat almost hit the ground, but the feathery arm was quite a surprise. Perched, it was no struggle to take off, and I met you while making loops in the air. Highly placed, transfixed by the refinement of brick, wood. Then, gliding

Dream Logic

It seemed to make sense. We were together, holding hands under the moon and stars, when you started talking about cat food and I responded all too knowingly. “We can’t really feed the cat dog food,” you said, and I said we were feeding the cat the dog. With no surprise or urgency, you breathed

“Whisper of the Heart:” Wonder, Love, and Growing Up

Thanks to Trevor for introducing me to the film. I’ve been thinking a lot about someone recently. Thinking if she likes me in any way, what’s feasible, if I’m just delusional. A lot in my head revolves around whether or not I want to be loved in order to compensate for other shortcomings and failures.

“What I will never see again I must love forever.”

It need not be said that the full implications of this statement take a lifetime to realize. Of significantly less consequence is how ‘love as memory’ affects what we profess. I’ve been curious recently about the structure of a short essay by Strauss featuring this passage: In Cohen’s deliberately exaggerated expression, God’s being becomes actual

Are Women Increasingly Dating Guys Who Are Idiots?

So the last few weeks, I’ve run into a number of couples where there’s a woman who, for the most part, seems to have a good head on her shoulders. She might not have everything figured out and might be a bit too confident about her ability in certain areas, but whatever. We’ve all got