no one's reading this blog lmfao but ANYWAYS here's a poem i read earlier this month in english class, and it might be one of my new favorites. in the spirit of (a belated) valentine's day, and the fact that i am heavily procrastinating on my gov project, i thought i'd share:
“In Defense of Adultery” - Julia Copus
We don’t fall in love: it rises through us
the way that certain music does –
whether a symphony or ballad –
and it is sepia-coloured,
like spilt tea that inches up
the tiny tube-like gaps inside
a cube of sugar lying by a cup.
Yes, love’s like that: just when we least
needed or expected it
a part of us dips into it
by chance or mishap and it seeps
through our capillaries, it clings
inside the chambers of the heart.
We’re victims, we say: mere vessels,
drinking the vanilla scent
of this one’s skin, the lustre
of another’s eyes so skilfully
darkened with bistre. And whatever
damage might result we’re not
to blame for it: love is an autocrat
and won’t be disobeyed.
Sometimes we manage
to convince ourselves of that.
my favorite line is "love is an autocrat."
before even encountering this poem, i found myself believing it was true. that we are victims of love, enslaved by it. one doesn't choose to fall in love, it just... happens. sometimes even against your will.
but after mulling this over for months on end, (and i almost hate to admit it) i don't. love may not be a choice but the pursuit of it is. if the love isn't productive (or if it's immoral), why engage with it? it's a matter of self-control, of discipline even. simply stating that it's out of your control is, and it pains me to say it, a cowardly way of absolving guilt. if love is an autocrat, then, as with any autocratic regime, there is a possibility of rebellion. sure, it may be hard, but it is possible.
re: the poem, i wonder whether Copus is actually defending adultery or not. reddit seems to be split (but no surprise there). in my opinion, the last two lines point to no.
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