Saturday, April 22, 2017

Love is Madness

“Is it possible to preserve the lover and the poet without preserving the lunatic?” - Bertrand Russell
Bear the burden of godhood. We're in the month of The Holy Fool. Risk everything.  Creation is insanity
 there's something really interesting
about romantic infatuation the kind of
Romeo and Juliet romantic passion you
know aka love of the adolescent that we
celebrate in song and in literature that
we are often told later by psychologists
is a sort of legalized form of insanity
in that when people fall into each other
when they fall into that heated fire in
the belly that infatuation for the other
that mutual engendering of godhood
results in a kind of narrowing of focus
right we are told that biochemically no
different than doing lots and lots of
cocaine we become addicted to the other
person and we use that as a means to
dismiss the authenticity of that feeling
as a way of somehow saying it is not
worthy of our attention because it's a
kind of pathology and I was reading this
amazing article on brain pickings that
was saying the strangest most
paradoxical thing is that there is
nothing near about being inflamed by
passion and fashion as much as it may
drive us mad because it's a singularly
potent and utterly addictive drug with
the capacity to narrow our focus so
spectacularly as to reduce the entirety
of the world to the object of our
desires so think about that again
infatuation narrows our focus so much
than the rest of the world dissipates
and goes dim the entirety of the cosmos
becomes this one person right that's
a lot of pressure no relationship can
bear the burden of godhood and yet is
there anything more delicious than
succumbing into those moments of grace
where you see the universe in the iris
of your lover's I in other words in the
madness and the intoxication of romantic
passion we may be lying to ourselves we
may be making art out of our
relationship but art is the lie that
reveals the truth and so I always say my
lover is lie to me but lie to me well
make me metabolize belief make me
suspend disbelief make me believe
ultimately love is a religious problem
it's an act of faith it's an act of
surrender I don't care if I'm lying to
myself I don't care we're lying to
ourselves we are creating a cosmology of
two we are dirting each other into God's
outside of time commingling together
stepping off that people mover that
when now stored dead
and so that's what we do we arrest time
time through a mutual reinforcing
delusion that becomes a theater of the
real we enter an epistemic achill
playing together a world of two shaped
like a heart so I don't care if love is
madness I still love it