I feel an aboslute mess, and well look an absolute mess. But one will not dwell on thoughts, and reasonings, or guilt, or loneliness, because the Pandora box must remain sealed.
Instead, I choose denial. Always has been a great friend of mine. And I wonder why adults were always so competent at lying. Look, im becoming quite good at it!
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William Carlos Williams, "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?
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Thank you for sending me the poem. You always have such perfect timing.
I've been sinking lately. Things aren't going very well.
Hope all is well with you though.
Take care
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