Sunday, April 02, 2006
Trembling Blue Stars
The audacious vision of the nature of love – its appetite, its sublime possession, and its dread – is rich in characters and dramatic events. Sensual, elegiac and unforgettable, we shift from desire and lust only to ultimately come full circle to that indelible, overwhelming first love that marks us forever.Years of romantic aridity, but never emotional peace. All she ever wanted, required only one answer: an anodyne assurance that all was well. Yet feelings have a way of reigning in her dreams, as it does in the dreams of others, dreams which save us from embracing the reality of our lives.
It was said that she had a fondness for the bittersweet, the wised-up tragi-comedy of life. Never had such appropriating words given such an imprint of the character it was implied had raised her out of the crowd. Accordingly she stood, with diffident, melancholy temperament, rendering her invisible in a world more interested in flashy display.
"You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers -- you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance." - Anais Nin, Henry and June, From a Journal of Love
Ethelinde at 7:25 pm