(Untitled)

Feb 05, 2006 14:08

those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.
and being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.

w.b

Leave a comment

araigneemutilee March 14 2006, 03:07:17 UTC


..I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Reply

wartimeheroine March 14 2006, 05:40:25 UTC
the bell jar / oh god did i feel like crying when i read that passage.

Reply

araigneemutilee March 14 2006, 15:55:50 UTC
.. " this is the light of the mind "..



Reply


Leave a comment

Up