Something Different for Wednesday

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Early Depiction of Eros as Protogonus

 

Feeling Prolific Today

My telephone conversations went much better than expected today: My prescription insurance card has bee taken care of by the one really nice person in Human Resources, and my presecriptions were called in again and put on rush, so those two things are finally fixed. Hooray. Now I can start on another to-do list tomorrow.

But today I did something completely unexpected: I came home and wrote two poems. I’m not sure where they came from. I have a feeling that they were simmering under the surface, but with all of the emotions that have been tossing around my psyche lately, I didn’t realize that they were there.

So here they are; two completely different themes, well maybe not, but two entirely different approaches. I’m pretty happy with them because they reflect where I am at this moment, so I’m putting them out here.

The first one has a Greek mythological backgroud based on Heriod’s Theogeny that Eros is much older than the Greek gods, that he actually is one of the first four to rise out of chaos, so it’s important to remember that this Eros is not the equivalent of Cupid.

The other one, well, I’m really not sure where the other one came from. I think that it just arose from watching young girls try so hard to be different that they all look the same. And what they don’t realize is that a lot of this is permanent: tattoos on your face and neck? Those don’t go away. I mean I know that we all went through our rebellious phases, with whatever that entailed, but am I just out of touch here when I think that having piercings all over your body might hurt you on a job interview later?

Who knows? Maybe I am. Maybe I’m completely wrong about this. It’s not the length of the skirts. God knows I wore mine as short as I could. It’s not the wild colors. It’s none of that. Maybe what distresses me so is the act of being deliberately stupid. To what end? What can possibly be gained by acting as if you don’t have a brain in your head? I think that maybe that’s what I really take issue with. Or with issue up with which I will not put . . .

Okay, enough now. As I said earlier, here they are:

Conversations With a Son Who is Never There

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Statue of Eros

Penia Speaks to Eros

 

 What if I were to leave and never return?

Would you notice the lack of my presence,

or would you continue with your chaotic existence

a world that nothing penetrates

made for you and you alone.

 

What would you do if everyone around you

were as covetous as you,

feeling entitled to everything

without ever once contemplating

how it makes its way to you . . .

 

How would you feel if I failed to keep my promises

when you have always known that I would?

I wonder if it would be anything

more than an inconvenience to you

in your ability to continue to take when you please

leaving nothing but cruelty,

bitter and sweet, or

indiscriminate charisma and charm.

 

What if I were to leave and never return?

What if the earth suddenly ceased

its eternal revolution on its axis

and you fell off because none of your anchors

remained to keep you grounded

to remind you

that you may be only human

after all,

and even humans need guidance occasionally

from mere demi-gods.

 

Lolita Liwag

February 6, 2009

 

*Eros is the child of Porus (Expedience) and Penia (Poverty). Like Penia, Eros was said to always be in search of something, and like Porus, he always found a means of attaining his aims.

                                                                                                                                    

 

Observations from the Sidewalk

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Pink–Haired Gurl

Pink-haired gurl

your attempts to scandalize

are too simplistic—

having already gone there

with my red streaks, black hair,

black and red talons

silver rings on every finger

patchouli oil and incense,

offers to read cards and fortunes—why not?

Be more inventive, less marginal

You want to prove something?

Get a job, or lurn to spell,

be different from the fray.

All of those holes in your eyebrow, nose,

And all the way down both your earlobes,

paint on your neck and breasts—

nothing remains sacrosanct . . .

Only a sad animé now

where once you were a young gurl

who waited, wept about daddy

and dressed your Barbie

in pretty pink dresses.

But daddy left home

and Barbie was all alone.

Little gurl lost, perhaps 

you had more to wonder about then,

in your black patent Mary Janes

and white lace socks,

More than you can ever accomplish now

in the tortured performance art

that your life has become.

So despondent and blue.

No tears shed for you,

Poor little pink-haired gurl.

 

  pink-hair-with-rosary 

Lolita Liwag

February 6, 2009

More later. Peace. 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Something Different for Wednesday

  1. Hi Lita,
    The words of of Penia speaks to Eros ar hauntingly beautiful. They resonate from somewhere deep within you and needed to come out.
    Pink Haired Girl opens a Pandora’s box.We have been there, done that, maybe not to the extreme of tatooing our bodies(I have a couple of piercings which were done as an adult, in addition to my ears that were done in my early teens)as young women do now but by and large, none of what they are doing now is new, although they think they are radical. Been there, done that girls and you are about 30 years too late for it to be shocking!
    Best wishes
    Maureen

    1. Thank you so much, Maureen. Penia Speaks to Eros really did just unfold onto the screen with very little revision. That just happens sometimes. I think, no know, that it was waiting to come out. I’m not so hapy with Pink-Haired Gurl, though. It’s very different from where I started. Corey read it and said that it was really “mean” (the frst version). He couldn’t put his finger on it, so I ended up changing the whole approach to something more sympathetic, and now I think that it’s just watered down. My first one had bite. I called her a Pink-Haired Slut, and it was cutting, but that was what I was going for: you know shocking for shock value?

      Oh well . . . I should be more true to myself. I am very happy with the first one, though.

  2. It’s amazing how the events around us tend to permeate our skin, to dig deep down into our souls, only to come out again in prose.

    It makes you think about when the great philosophers walked the earth and ingested the times around them, then to have been able to let all that surface again in order to impart their wisdom upon us.

    Your words were beautiful. I am very glad that I happened upon your little world.

    1. Thanks. It hasn’t happened like that for me in quite a while, where I just sat down, and a poem came out, let alone two poems. I’m hoping that it’s the beginning of a streak, but if it’s not, that’s okay too.

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