If You Forget Me
If You Forget Me
"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine."
Gender Inequalities in Art
Why are action/adventure scenes so dominated by males? And when there is a female the piece always has to emphasize her sexuality and body?
Examples:
Male
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Female
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Male
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Female
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Male
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Female
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Male
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Female
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Male
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Female
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Side note: It took me no time at all to find men in action/adventure scenes and and no time at all to find women represented in explicitly sexual ways, but it took me a long time to find women in strong action roles.
So what's up? What do you think? Have you noticed this?
love, sex, and a box of tissues
How many times have you said it's not worth it? Have you decided love is a fairy tale or you'll never have luck with that kind of stuff?
When you're in a loving relationship with someone it feels so amazing. And then when someone breaks up with you it hurts so bad. Maybe I'll write about it, just for myself.
I'd like to hear what you guys and gals have to say. What do you think about love and sex and relationships?
Caution: Biblical Stuffz Inside
My father-in-law posted on Facebook this morning.
"Don't waste what is holy on people who are unholy. Don't throw your pearls to pigs! They will trample the pearls, then turn and attack you." Matthew 7:6
Minus calling people unholy pigs, I agree we should not try to convert people. He agrees, that is the job of the Holy Spirit. I say, words and readings alone cannot engender faith. You have to be touched. Despite being raised Catholic, studying the Bible, attending Sunday services, I was never touched and have no faith.
But back to conversion, I think it's disrespectful to try to force your beliefs on others. People will reject your message and come to resent you. People seeking to convert others need to realize it's ineffective. You can educate people about your faith, but you can't make them believe.
Of course historically superficial conversion occurred through physical violence, lawmaking, fear of death and what not. But many people retained their own beliefs while projecting a necessary facade. And for some the great threat of Hell had them reciting Our Fathers all day!
Now back to my essay due tonight...
Love
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda