I Don't Want a Lover.
I don't want a lover.
Infatuations fall out of fashion.
I don't want someone who's beautiful.
A pretty thing is like a sweater:
Moths feast on it during the summer and
Come autumn I might want something new.
Besides, pretty things don't keep me warm
When bitter winter winds creep under the door.
I don't want a living doll ... with an empty head
Who can't banter and joke and rhyme.
The empty pot makes a much bigger racket
Than the pot filled up to the brim.
And I especially don't want someone who's perfect
Because she'll eventually regard me with contempt
As all my flaws are found out and examined.
This is What I Want:
Because a true friend will always be there
Holding an umbrella
When my arms are full and the rain begins to fall.
Because a true partner will always have my back
And I will do my best to protect her from adversities.
Because surely she collaborates with God
And creates beautiful work never before imagined,
Making this world a much better place.
And I want a Teacher.
Someone who'll instruct me
Because I have so much left to learn.
And perhaps I can return the favor.
If I am every blessed by someone with these qualities
Only then will all the earth will melt away
From the fiery passion
Kindled from respect and admiration.
And I will be complete.
Regarding You, My Invisible One:
To the Invisible Girl
As for you, my sweet-voiced and invisible love,
You must surely be one of those spirits, that rove
By the bank, where, at twilight, the poet reclines,
When the start of the west on his solitude shines,
And the magical fingers of fancy have hung
Every breeze with a sigh, every leaf with a tongue
Oh! hint to him then, 'tis retirement alone
Can hallow his harp or ennoble its tone;
Live you, with a veil of seclusion between,
His song to the world let him utter unsent,
And like you, a legitimate child of the spheres.
Escape from the eye to enrapture the ears.
Sweet spirit of mystery! how I should love,
In the wearisome ways I am fated to rove,
To have you thus ever invisibly night,
Inhaling for ever your song and your sigh!
First and foremost, I'm a reader and an overall lover of the arts. I've been very blessed to have made a career out of my so-called writing skills so I'm happy about that. And I'm a working-class aesthete.
On Sunday mornings, I prefer to read the NYTimes and probably drink too much coffee before going out to work off the buzz. I love listening to the radio because I can hear things I never expected and learn something new. I listen to KDFC, KALW, KXPR, KCSM, KXJC, WNYC, WQXR, KPFA, WBAI and some others. I have favorite shows.
I want a partner, someone who shares some of my interests and introduce me to new interests and points of view. Someone to share a pot of tea, read aloud to, tell jokes, walk through the park, see a new exhibit at a museum, attend a concert, snuggle with and share secrets.
The most important two things in my life is, first, stories that open magic doors into other worlds. The second thing essential to me is faith and belief. I'm completely eclectic about that. I'm a Reform Jew, Vipassana meditator, and appreciate the pagent of a Mass. When I visit with a great work of art -- whether it be a well-architected building, beautiful song, vivid painting or lyrical dance -- it's completely clear to me transcendence from this world to another and an artist visits that land and returns with gold. I have Stendhal syndrome and am proud of that. It means I have a heightened reaction to the arts. I also have Synesthesia which gives me the opportunity to experience the world from a totally different point of view. Specifically for me, it means my sense of smell and touch are cross-wired so I have a tactile reaction to fragrances. I find this to be an enriching experience.
I believe in...
Art in all its Varieties
Precision in Language
Beauty is in Everything
Truth is in Everything.
The Power of Community
Ideas that are Worth Dieing For
Friendship as the Foundation for Love
Love that grows out of respect and appreciation
A Higher Power
The Brain is the Most Important Sex Organ
Earl Grey Tea
The World is a Very Wide Place and G-d Made Everybody
Angels and Tzaddiks
Vanilla Ice Cream and Warm Pumpkin Pie
Other Worlds Beside Our Own
Gentle Kisses that Go On Forever
The Delicious, Salty Taste of Your Skin
The Splendid Feeling of Your Breath Against My Cheek
The Careful Balance Between Reason and Imagination
You, and What You Want Your Life to Be
Hot, Black Coffee
Sweet Ice Tea
Storing Bagels in Paper Bags So The Can Breath
Chili, With Beans
Washing Your Back
Long Foot Massages
Please feel free to drop me a line and we can have a cup of coffee and find out is we might fit together and share the rest of our journey or a walk around the block. --If you have an opinion about the Oxford comma, the tea is on me.