Ritu.Sikka@pobox.com
Mon Oct 30 1995
Boy, pain and poetry seem to go hand in hand, don't they. In the last 6
weeks, I fell madly in love with someone, and I think they with me, then
got dumped because he thought our differences would drive us nuts - him
being a southerner, owning guns, being very involved in the church, etc.
So, I wrote this to him yesterday, and I thought I'd share it with you -
not because I feel it's such a great work, but because hey, at least I'm
trying.
I wrote this on a drawing of a church I made - it was a church floor and
walls - with walls folded out flat - the top view - five pieces arranged
into a cross (the cross part was just a coincidence, but I thought an
interesting one).
MY NOT-SO-SUBTLE SUNDAY PRAYER
(or a Floor and Wall Plan for a Church)
Color. Does it dazzle you? Or can you still see?
Colorful walls. Still walls.
Refuge.
Yes, but what of the foolish ones who refuse to take cover.
And don't even stop there? But go on to bang, bang, bang their
heads against the walls.
From the outside.
Noone needs a bloodied head.
It's time to stop.
I didn't put the walls there.
It's not my duty to knock them down.
Let the wallless ones romp in the fields.
Leave the walled up ones alone.
But we will dance & pray to our freedom gods for your soul too.
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Can you tell that I've been reading Carolyn's dairy lately :). Plenty of interesting stuff in there. I apparently fit the description of a Truth Functional Person. I stil haven't found sufficient motivation to think before acting/speaking. I use rationality, but subserviently to my emotions, and so far have only found a minimal use for it. My saying: Reality is a good tool.
Anyway, I guess I don't know what y'all are upto now? That dairy stuff is outdated - almost a year old, so...
Rit