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a discourse

A discourse

Mending

mending

We are the Arcane

We are the arcane

The Middle of Knowing

The Middle of Knowing

Six Sentences posting

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Let Me

Let Me

The Etymology of Love

The Etymology of Love

The Exhaustion of Love

Exhaustion of Love

In the Book of Love

In the Book of Love

When I was a girl I thought that I’d love someone forever, one person, and our love would be stronger than rock. I believed that love conquers all and when I was a girl, I believed in soul-mates, destiny, and fate. I believed in love after death even though some say no:

Freud says “the unconscious.”

Lacan says “the mirror”

Cixous says “just laugh”

Woolf says “a room of one’s own,”

Bronte says “reader, I married him.”

Lawrence was a perv.

Still, I read Wharton and I wanted that crash for Ethan and Mattie. I read Fitzgerald and I wanted those orbed-lanterns to never dim low. When I was a girl, I believed in passion and truth and I believed if I opened my heart like an old fashioned map of the world, love would navigate and steer because as a child I believed in the heart and the way that love is circulatory despite:  perils, crises and death; and as a child I felt love was the steed I would ride out of the suburb and into the book of love where I fed and bathed and made myself this life.

(c) Umansky 2009

The Ride

The Ride

It sounded old; and if a stranger could

Just before dark,

Love.  A given: no one mentioned.

He couldn’t see you honey you, honey you.

Doing it to us all; us all.

What else but love? It sounded old.

The best years got in its way.

Nothing in the world.

To be a woman; them old hearts.

Can’t own; can’t lose. Can’t have to be.

Love, love, love. Love’s

Going to kill you, honey.

No one mentioned.  Love.

Crawled, glittered.

Ride it, ride it dark

(c) Umansky 2009