Blog

Valentine Miscellany

Every Valentine’s Day found the students of McNulty Elementary School filling up bags with Valentine cards for our classmates, and by the time the afternoon rolled around most of our bags were filled with the innocuous cards that kids (or more likely their parents) picked out for one another. Cartoon characters or superheroes or unicorns and rainbows, they were a varied bunch – a mish-mash of harmless lovey-dovey sentiment before any of us had any idea what romance meant. 

This post is going to be a little like those bags of Valentines – some of this, some of that, none of it very serious, none of it very meaningful. ‘Tis the damn season. First up, a poem, because I’m not entirely ready to forego some Dorothy Parker:

Experience

Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.

~ Dorothy Parker

Second, a song – sort of a companion piece to this ‘Crazy’ entry, but something more upbeat and bombastic. I’m heading into a Beyhive moment, and this one pushes all the right buttons, charging all the right stations. It’s a song for strutting when you’re in the throes of that first flush of love. 

Third, a more recent, and heartbreaking, poem, to show the other side of love, because there’s always another side of love:

A Regret 
by DAVID TRINIDAD
Kurt, early
twenties. Met
him after
an AA
meeting in
Silverlake
(November,
eighty-five).
I remem-
ber standing
with him up-
stairs, in the
clubhouse, how
I checked his
body out.
But not who
approached whom.
Or what we
talked about
before we
leaned against
my car and
kissed, under
that tarnished
L.A. moon.
Drove to my
place and un-
dressed him in
the dark. He
was smaller
than me. I
couldn’t keep
my hands off
his ass. Next
morning, smoked
till he woke,
took him back.
He thanked me
sweetly. I
couldn’t have
said what I
wanted, though
must have known.
Drove home and
put him in
a poem
(“November”)
I was at
the end of.
 
Later that
day it rained
(I know from
the poem).

And finally, a few quotes for this day:

“Loneliness is not being alone, it’s loving others to no avail.” ~ John Berendt

Lovemaking is the consolation for living in the body, just as art is the consolation for living in the world.” ~ Laura Argiri

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.” – Oscar Wilde

Back to Blog
Back to Blog