Love Is STILL Where You Find It
by B Wook, Quondam Dervish & Misanthrope
Love in fact is STILL where you find it, that IS the message of much of these cases AND, ironically enough, of all the really great literature about it — and, so, BOTH unbearably trashy episode & unutterably High Art must deal after — inevitably — & wallow for whole lifetimes IN the sometimes-bitter trouble caused by onlooking, censorious & just maybe sourly-jealous halfwits.
AND, the “political personalities”!
For indeed all those spurned by Love & dumped in Middle Life to munch the stale Virtues know something of Love, too, namely its short span & the terrible darkness after of unbearable cruelty of…abandonment.
EITHER, forever after, or else after never ever having been.
This makes all who would throng to “judge” veneficent in short & in all these cases, for all such, all left behind by Love & so by Life, itself, I mean, CAN not not bring to them THEIR mangled & heartbroken & enraged pasts.
THESE are the long shadows on all courtship, now, the stylish courtroom after & the courthouse-colluded abominably cheap popular fictions handed down “from above,” of victimic, anemic (!) therapy.
It IS venevolence.
That is why, no more than here, “in” Love, do we MOST often confront that MOST truthful saying among the Sufis:
“Most adults are…not.”
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[17 June 2014]