I feel sad for people and the queer part we play in our own disasters.
one must arise
above all this shit,
destiny is only a whore if we make her
let’s light lights
let’s suffer in the grand style,—
toothpick in mouth, grinning.
we can do it.
we were born strong and we will die
the manner of our living
like ocean liners in the fog…
thorns on roses…
blase boys trotting the parks in swim suits…
it has been very
like stems into the sky
will forever cry
Your body is just the first part of you that croaks.” Meaning: Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. And your anger about investing a lifetime in learning shit and loving people and earning money, only to have all that crap come to basically nothing. Really, your physical body dying is the easy part. Beyond that, your memories must die. And your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope, all that Personal Identity Crap can take centuries to expire.
When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.