Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 91
August 28, 2015
August 27, 2015
Hi Azra, can you explain to me what you think the "married men" poem means please
You want married men because you imagine them without their wives and then for you, their wives don’t exist. There’s something really…. Sinuous and almost sinister about that piece. You can see him standing across the room from you. Maybe he’s leaning against a wall, or a table but he’s got a twinkle in his eye and maybe he winks at you. You can see the wedding ring on his hand but it doesn’t matter because you’re intrigued by the way he’s standing and looking at you like you’re something interesting he read in a book. But the cats know that men who cheat on their partners are scum because cats know everything.
MARRIED MEN
are married. You know this. You were at their wedding. What they say
should land as if your dad said it, or your brother. None of it means harm:
the way you look in a pair of jeans, how long your lipstick lasts, how good
the oysters are, how fresh. Married men are the lead characters in the movie
of their marriage. They share top billing, but have earned their solo screen time.
I mean how else do you really get to know them, they say, if you don’t see
how they are without their wives? The long curve of their arms, or calves,
where their hands rest: on hips, or elbows, on waists. Married men lean forward
when they smile, and lean back when they laugh. After the party, they roam
the kitchen, offer to share with you a plate of re-heated hors d’oevres. You see it:
the still life of some other woman’s man, barefoot and drunk, hungry and alone.
The cat hisses at him. It’s his wife’s cat. It hates him, and for the life of him,
he can’t figure out why.
Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz
your sexts are killing me Azra, i read them and i don't even know what to do with my hands anymore
yay! that’s the whole point of them!!!
how do you get the courage to post your writing online? i've wanted to for a while. i'll type it up, and then i'm about to press post and i realize people i know from school or past things see my blog and that no one's ever really seen my writing and then
I think what it is, is that I don’t care? My family and my close friends know that I write and they’re proud of me and that’s all that matters. I think even more than that is that I don’t feel anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve achieved and if that comes across through here then great. You need to let go of the fear that people are going to judge you because of course, that’s what people do, but really, who cares?
how do you get the courage to post your writing online? i've wanted to for a while. i'll type it up, and then i'm about to press post and i realize people i know from school or past things see my blog and that no one's ever really seen my writing and then
I think what it is, is that I don’t care? My family and my close friends know that I write and they’re proud of me and that’s all that matters. I think even more than that is that I don’t feel anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve achieved and if that comes across through here then great. You need to let go of the fear that people are going to judge you because of course, that’s what people do, but really, who cares?
"Kissing the stomach
kissing your scarred
skin boat. History
is what you’ve travelled on
and take..."
Kissing the stomach
kissing your scarred
skin boat. History
is what you’ve travelled on
and take with you
We’ve each had our stomachs
kissed by strangers
to the other
and as for me
I bless everyone
who kissed you here
- Michael Ondaatje, from The Cinnamon Peeler (via lifeinpoetry)
"But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything. You occupy everything."
You occupy everything. You occupy everything.”
- Pablo Neruda, from “So That You Will Hear Me,” Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
(via lifeinpoetry)
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