the two academic disciplines I am pursuing:Classical Language & Mechanical Engineering - converge around my interest in classical naval architecture.
I hope to become a solitary scholar in this discipline (as I hate the ivory tower) - and perhaps write a book.
the skinny is that my affliction makes me a misanthrope - I love the conversation but am appalled by the messy reality of relationship. the internet, then, seems to be the perfect medium for me - as long as I don't get so caught up in the discourse that I forget my fundamental misanthropy.
literature is filled with quirky solitary souls: Emily Dickinson, Jorge Luis Borges
I must stick to my boundaries and I will flourish
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.
c.1864
-Emily Dickinson-
I hope to become a solitary scholar in this discipline (as I hate the ivory tower) - and perhaps write a book.
the skinny is that my affliction makes me a misanthrope - I love the conversation but am appalled by the messy reality of relationship. the internet, then, seems to be the perfect medium for me - as long as I don't get so caught up in the discourse that I forget my fundamental misanthropy.
literature is filled with quirky solitary souls: Emily Dickinson, Jorge Luis Borges
I must stick to my boundaries and I will flourish
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.
c.1864
-Emily Dickinson-
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I love the word "madfabulous".......Mad Fab!!
(Although today, more mad than fab, I'm afraid. Trying to wash it away with xanax & diet coke.)
My son has to analyze a song for middle school. He chose Audioslave's "Be Yourself." "To be yourself is all that you can do." That is true for you, and that is true for me. In my blogs I show what it means to be me. That's all. I don't ask. Kenyon made this fatal mistake. She imagined I was dropping innuendos for her in my blog entries. That was the beginning of her misunderstanding, and you know how it ended: she lost all faith in me and cut me. Playing at the knife's edge of honesty isn't child's play, I realize. It isn't for everyone. Noneless, to be myself is all that I can do. How people react is, I guess, all that they can do. So, we watch what happens. If I feel beseiged unjustly again, I can always leave again. I have quiet blank pages in a notebook somewhere in real life, I think.
As for feeling any wiser about you, or thinking ill of you for knowing you have a physical ailment that isn't your fault or your doing--I do not believe it is possible to learn less. So, yes, I learned more. We are always moving toward more, so long as we are engaged, appreciate, and are open. Anyone who graces me with his best words, most delicate intelligences, and love of poetry as you have will not easily find me shaken from my loyalty to him. If you want a break with me, it will have to come from you. I have no quarrel whatsoever with you in this life.