Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Thursday, July 22, 2010


Using the mind without the heart, it could take several lifetimes to understand her simplicity. From her we learn devotion to the things that make us more human. We learn selflessness. She gives. Like art, she changes us.

We bask in the warm light that surrounds her and bend to her soft vital power. She whirls tender and furious, fueled by a small piece of Hell itself that has always been there and has always hurt.

Men pursue her in search of erotic delights and well-cooked meals -- tender flesh and fresh vegetables. She's dangerous to them, and she senses that. Her inner wildness fuels a man's insecurity. Failure to dominate her crystallizes inadequacies and lights his long fuse of self-doubt. She can forestall the explosion, but she can be capricious.

Even at 4:55 A.M., even before she brushes her teeth, she adds to the beauty of the world. It's in how keenly she feels. It's in how she makes us feel. As people turn toward her they become more themselves.

Without her, we are the new moon: heavy and without light, magic, or romance.

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Blogger Rassles said...

Yep, this is about me. I know it.

3:33 PM  
Blogger jorg wobblington lopez said...

This is great. What a great woman. So powerful. I love vegetables. And the moon part is the best.

7:33 PM  
Blogger sybil law said...

Effing fantastical.

7:57 PM  
Anonymous Asylum Dolly said...

This is beautiful.

I don't know if the woman is fictional or not,or just an amalgamation of women you have loved, but if she is real, and this an ode to her, goddamn, let her read this! If a man wrote such a thing for me i would first cry, then i would do some very very nice things to him.Just sayin'.

You have a very powerful gift right there.

7:34 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

I'm glad everyone appreciated this.

7:42 PM  
Blogger Kono said...

Overall i like this piece and believe there are some briliant lines... at times though i want you to cut fucking loose and be a bit less polished, but that is me, a derelict at heart, good shit nonetheless.

7:22 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

Yeah, I know what you mean. It feels a bit too formal and stale. But it's been sitting there in the notebook for six months untouched because I can't or won't get back to the mental state that created it, so I threw it out into the world to make room for more vital things. It's pruning.

9:51 PM  

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