Married Life
As many of you know, I'm getting married in a couple of weeks. I'll be away from the blog for a solid 14 days or so (though I will have some able substitutes), and there'll be no new Sound of Young America podcasts during that time.
Getting married is what we in the being a person business call "kind of a big deal," and I've been thinking about it a lot. I want to have babies and host barbeques and visit a lake house and all that stuff. Beyond those vague ideas, though, I've had a hard time imagining myself as a married man.
Then earlier today I read this poem, and I realized exactly what I want my life to be.
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
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Getting married is what we in the being a person business call "kind of a big deal," and I've been thinking about it a lot. I want to have babies and host barbeques and visit a lake house and all that stuff. Beyond those vague ideas, though, I've had a hard time imagining myself as a married man.
Then earlier today I read this poem, and I realized exactly what I want my life to be.
Danse Russe
by William Carlos Williams
If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
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posted by Jesse Thorn at Sunday, July 27, 2008
8 Comments:
Jesse,
Congratulations and best wishes from this total stranger.
Word of warning, though: I would not recommend telling Theresa (sp?) that your ideal life includes a woman named Kathleen sleeping in your bed. But, hey - what do I know?
Have a happy wedding,
-JAK
i haven't read this poem since college but it's a great one.
sometimes i do this even when my kids aren't sleeping.
I'm getting married August 8th and this post makes me so fucking happy. Wedding planning has been getting to me but this reminds me what it's all for.
I wish you both the best.
I didn't know! Happy geniushood to you, Jesse.
In all new and old sincerity, congrats fellow comedy blogger.
From a newlywed (May 25th) who also dated his fiance for WAY too long before proposing(8 years), I wish you two the best.
Cheers to you and the donks I wish I could have had at my wedding! =)
Congratulations. Being married is awesome.
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