More Poetry
Here is a poem by Bly. I don't understand it completely but I know how hard it is to finish sentences, or to start them. To be honest I find strength in burying things.
"It's Hard for Some Men to Finish Sentences"
Sometimes a man can't say
What he . . . A wind comes
And his doors don't rattle. Rain
Comes and his hair is dry.
There's a lot to keep inside
And a lot to . . . Sometimes shame
Means we. . . Children are cruel,
He's six and his hands. . .
Even Hamlet kept passing
The king praying
And the king said,
"There was something. . . ."
posted by Pablo @ 9/18/2006 09:34:00 PM
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6 Comments:
I know that you posted in channel, but now that I read it in this format I see something I didn't see before. I see in that poem the pain I experienced as a six-year-old. Tough to confront because I feel like a coward for not dealing with it at the time. It is a wound for me.
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Be sure to teach your kids boundaries. Teach them what shouldn't be crossed in their own lives and other's lives. A lot of this stems from the inability to draw a line in the sand. Pray that I learn how to develop boundaries and that I don't cross another's boundaries through my passive aggressiveness.
Yeah, that's key. I think the line is blurred for us because we don't really know ourselves. We have either embraced a perception of ourselves that is not our own but constructed by the expectations of our parents, or we have so numbed ourselves so much to the grief of the world that we've become numb to everything--even to those things that threaten us.
Intriguing.
With women, sometimes the word IS the thing. With men, even when we have "the right words" they don't really match the thing so they go unsaid. Better not to state than to misstate. Sometimes.
I think the lines and the knowing would be a hell of a lot clearer if we could have spent all day with dad in the field or in the store or driving the cattle. As it is now we spend the first 18 years being raised by mother and educated by women. Father steps in at night to give us the whipping we deserve because mom was is completely out of sorts. Not that we didn't deserve it at times but mostly it should have been handled differently and would have been if dad was there.
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