Saturday, September 29, 2012

Pirouettes and Contortions

Loneliness, sadness, et al are so strange. I am alone and yearn for people. I am with people and seek to be alone. 

But then other times I know I am a loner and revel in it.

"Danse Russe"
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,--
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
again the yellow drawn shades,--
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
-William Carlos Williams

The most grotesque, most naked dance of all is inside.

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