You hold your hands up to the light.
The small mirrors of your fingernails
are painted over with blood.
You help me knot the black
tie tight around my throat.
Tonight we are going to dine.
We have a hunger that nothing has filled.
It grows large and rigid.
We stand in it like a room.
Psychopaths, or sociopaths as some prefer to call them, are well known figures in our culture. We’re fascinated by their predatory relationship with the rest of humanity. Their chilling alien-ness makes them convenient villains in books, film, and television. When we encounter them in real life, we think: There really are monsters roaming the world. But as my own recent experience has taught me, the crimes of the psychopath are not merely a function of the perpetrator. We are not all equally likely to fall prey. Just as psychopaths are a special breed, so too are their victims.
BY: Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
You two have laid down in literature, the very words that’s been resting on the tip of my tongue. I feel liberated. You two definitely play off each other — In the world of ethics & morality, what is completely moral or immoral?
disheartened from spilling
dreadful at insinuating
somehow always elusive when it’s crystal clear
“Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.”
1888 The Happy Prince and Other Tales
1889 The Decay of Lying ~
1891 The Picture of Dorian Gray ~
1891 Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories
1892 The House of Pomegranates
1892 Lady Windermere’s Fan ~
1893 A Woman of No Importance ~
1893 The Duchess of Padua
1894 The Sphinx ~
1895 An Ideal Husband
1895 The Importance of Being Earnest
1898 The Ballad of Reading Gaol ~
Happiest belated Oscar, dedicated to jazzkitten w love.
You’re so predictable, it’s quite funny to me.