Nov. 11th, 2003

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The Origin of Love:
from Hedwig and the Angry Inch

When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.

The origin of love

And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.

The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire

And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
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I don't think love is about "chemistry."

I don't think it is about shared goals or beliefs.

For me, love is about challenge. I can only truly love those who challenge me on a core level, who make me question who I am, what I value, and how I define myself. I think love should be transformative, so I only love those who can inspire me to venture beyond my comfort zone.

The few people on this earth that I've seriously been in love with have all been extremely different than me in key ways, ways that would have forced me to compromise had the relationships lasted. They have loved things I hate, and I think that's why I loved them. I loved the idea that they could teach me something.

Example: Jason, Dannielle, Marc, C boy, all of them were/are B I G nature lovers. We're talking "spend-the-rest-of-my-life-in-a-log-cabin-in-the-middle-of-nowhere" kind of nature lovers. Large chunks of their personality are based on their love of the outdoors. I, as we all know, am the exact opposite. I'm a bona fide city girl, there's no two ways about it. I detest nature, and try to avoid it when possible. My entire personality is built on that large city foundation.

yet....I was willing to put that aside for them. I was willing to let them show me why they loved nature so much, and I was even willing in a couple of situations (we all remember when I was gonna move up to Vermont with Jason,) to try and love it as well.

Maybe that's not the nest example but I think it gets the point across.

Continuing down this train of thought, and this is going to be an even more difficult thought to articulate, I find I can only love people I can also hate. These people I love all do or believe or adore things I despise (nature loving being a rather tame example,) and as such come to symbolize things I hate. But that hate is exactly what translates into challenge, which translates into love.

Jason challenged little apathetic me with his passionate politcal beliefs. And while he never quite succeeded in turning me into a radical socialist, the stuff I learned from him gave me reasons to be apathetic. So while I still have no faith in social activism, I now know exactly why I don't.

Dannielle challenged me by...well, just being a girl. I had to rethink my whole sexual identification because of her.

Clark challenged me by being a hypocritical self-absorbed asshole and accused rapist. He made me rethink all my rules about who its okay to interact with, and who it's okay to look down upon, not to mention what kind of behavior I find it acceptable to look down upon and what it says about me to define these parameters.

That's just a sampling. An all too brief smattering that probably makes zero sense to anyone but me.

That's okay though.

Though I can probably trace this whole love/hate idea back to my relationship with my mother, I don't feel like going into all that psychoanalytic crap right now.

I just know that my highest regard and deepest love is reserved for those who rock my foundation, who force me to re-make myself.

And I wanted to write about it.
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I'm not feeling all that spiffy today. My head hurts, and I feel all sweaty and hot, kinda nauseous too. All I want to do is go home and sleep, but I still have another 2 hours and forty minutes of work, not to mention the half hour ride home afterwards.

And I have to call Other Mike. I'm afraid I hurt his feelings last night so I need to get right with him before I retire for the evening.
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I Miss You: by Stevie Nicks

When I think about you
I think about how much I
Miss you when you're not around
When I think about you
I think about how much I
Can't wait to hear the sound
Of your laughter
Time and distance never matter

Well I miss you now
I have so many questions
About love and about pain
About strained relationships
About fame as only he could explain it to me

Seems like yesterday
I think about how much I
Wish that you were here with me now
The invisible girl that was my name
She walks in and walks out
And I'm sorry now
I'm sorry now

Paris to Rome, London to Paris
Always goodbye, I nearly couldn't bear it
Her heart settles down
She's back on that staircase
On the way up to her place

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