Category Archives: love

For New and Old Readers – Some Housekeeping Issues and Various Musings:

This site will probably undergo several design changes before I settle on a theme I really like and is easy to maintain. Jennifer and Hazel have been hugely helpful with their input, and I’m sold on two concepts: This site requires a strong graphical element. Ideally, I would like to show off the work of

Beyond Time and Place: On Emily Dickinson’s "Love – is anterior to Life…" (917)

Special thanks to Heloise Musset for her thoughts, reflected in the comment below. “Love – is anterior to Life…” (917) Emily Dickinson Love – is anterior to Life – Posterior – to Death – Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth – Comment: 1. “Anterior” and “posterior” can refer to both place and time.

Towards Happiness? On Romantic Love and Hope

These thoughts are insane. This is more of a discussion prompt than anything else. I am ready to take back nearly anything and everything below. 1. I don’t talk about happy things very often, and I regret that, because one reason why I push this “let’s all know more” thing is that I’m hoping knowledge

On Love and Death: Regarding Some Lines From Eliot’s Prufrock

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

Wistful

Thinking about her a lot. Wondering what she’s up to. Wondering, of course, on what terms she might come back, and whether I’ll be available. I suspect not, but suspicions aren’t facts. I don’t get mopey when my mind distracts me from my own concerns. Rather, I feel fundamentally alienated from myself. For what constitutes

In a Moment

It was not a conversation, as much as me looking for reinforcement for the decision. It didn’t matter what she said, unless it was one thing. I knew there was no way it would be said. And it wasn’t said, and I left. I’ve had too many of these moments. There is no pride in

Love and Perfection: "Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right" (Bob Dylan)

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right Bob Dylan (version below is covered by Elliott Smith – I’ve changed the lyrics to reflect Smith’s version) Well, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don’t know by now An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It won’t matter,

Regarding Love and The Birth of Art: On Keats’ "To Autumn"

To Autumn John Keats I. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and

Learning the Hard Way

When reading the phrase “acquire grace” in the first sentence of the Epistle Dedicatory to Machiavelli’s “Prince,” I wondered for a while at the nature of my own “love,” and every bad memory regarding a relationship or would-be relationship flooded my skull. With those memories came challenges to my assumption that I might have loved.

Emily Dickinson’s Humanism? Or Is That Making This Too Complicated? On Poem 464, "The power to be true to You"

The power to be true to You… (464) Emily Dickinson The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture – Presumptuous of Your Place – Of This — Could Man deprive Me – Himself — the Heaven excel – Whose invitation — Yours reduced Until it showed too