To feel that horny tingle of a moment of pure crazy
Flipped to switch to reach to grope
For a life without grief
A moment
A cut
A gash
A slit
Except for this sanity…
This last shred of sanity
I can not cross over
To leave where I begin, to find where I end
RG 2015
This post inspired by a comment on another poem by D. Wallace Peach
Reblogged this on perfectlyfadeddelusions.
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Another intense poem, Robert, one I had to read a few times. I can’t imagine a life without grief for that would be a life without a heart. To me, what’s sane is nuanced and goes hand in hand with the difficult work of feeling, growing, and healing. That would shift a few paradigms.
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A thoughtful comment and well appreciated. The thrust of the poem is that but for this shred of sanity the writer would join his friends in death. I’ve recently done some research into the problems faced by the men who survived the beginning of AIDS Epidemic. In many ways, my ability to dissociate served me well in this period. Thank you.
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I agree. It is insane to think that we can stuff the complexity of life into extremes of good and bad. That is not to say that there aren’t aspects of human life that don’t fit that paradigm. But most of life doesn’t…poverty and it’s causes are not as simple as re-allocating money…poverty occupies a place in our social ecosystem with hundreds of dependencies.
Unregulated capitalism creates an upper class that needs a vast pool of cheap labor.
This means that they must artificially create a group of ‘have nots.’
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I felt sadness reading this; the scary is gone.
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It’s interesting that you say this because that is exactly how I read this.
To be honest I have no memory of writing this piece but I do know that it was composed at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic. I find it odd that one of the most history changing events of the late 20th Century is ignored. We don’t discuss it in our media, there are no films that examine what it was like to be a young gay idealist among young gay idealists who woke up one day to find that rather than fighting for liberation they were fighting for their lives. I am going to write a post about survivor guilt among the men and women who survived the AIDS epidemic.
I knew men who tested and came back HIV negative who purposely went out to get infected. They thought that the gay movement was dead and decided to die with it.
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Rob, your comment is powerful and I look forward to your post.
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Thank you. I’m working on the post now. It may take awhile but I will post it…:)
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Hi Rob 🙂 I would like to invite you to my Meet and Greet 🙂 I would love for you to stop by and share your blog with us:) Hope to see you there! 🙂
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I’m so there! 🙂
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