there are better things to do with anger
For the past week I've been trying to write a post, where by trying I mean, every time I write it it ends up being about 3000 words and then I post it to private* and try again the next day. This has been going on long enough that I don't think it's really worth posting anymore; it wasn't anything I haven't said before, anyway, re: cultures of female fear (only this time it was Halloween flavored). Mostly it was just complainy wallowing, both behaviors which I am trying to cut back on.
And also, really, what I was trying to say has already been said better and moved past many times. So instead, here is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authors, which really makes my entire point kind of irrelevant.
My Hero
Hesitant, frozen by the face
reflected in her shiny borrowed shield,
my hero stands -
and does she drop the sword?
Does she behead herself?
No. There are better things to do
with anger, with beauty
with a headful of serpents
who can hiss wisdom; there must
be a story for my dear young hero.
It will not be the old story.
- Ursula K. Le Guin
As may possibly become apparent, I am on a poetry kick; I think you should all share your favorite poems with me!
*I would be such a prolific poster if I didn't decide that half my posts were unfit for general consumption and private them at the last minute. If you ever see one of my posts disappear two seconds after posting, that's why.
And also, really, what I was trying to say has already been said better and moved past many times. So instead, here is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authors, which really makes my entire point kind of irrelevant.
My Hero
Hesitant, frozen by the face
reflected in her shiny borrowed shield,
my hero stands -
and does she drop the sword?
Does she behead herself?
No. There are better things to do
with anger, with beauty
with a headful of serpents
who can hiss wisdom; there must
be a story for my dear young hero.
It will not be the old story.
- Ursula K. Le Guin
As may possibly become apparent, I am on a poetry kick; I think you should all share your favorite poems with me!
*I would be such a prolific poster if I didn't decide that half my posts were unfit for general consumption and private them at the last minute. If you ever see one of my posts disappear two seconds after posting, that's why.