Space between head and heart June 10, 2013


 

Although I should know better, I can’t help; think she may have responded to a cover tune I posted, since her poem uses some of the same language as the song did; or possibly pure coincidence.

“Every day, my mind is all around you, looking out from my lonely room, day after day,” the song goes. “I remember holding you while you sleep.

“I breathe deeply, and I feel you all around me…and hear you as I fall asleep.”

Lingering a bit on this poem, she seems to be reflecting on some peaceful moment – “They’ve calmed, the throes of wanting as this thing has levelled out.”

Again, we get possible double meaning – “throes of wanting,” could be her wonton self or her trickle up aspirations,” which leave her into a bit of the unknown, or a plane of its own.

This desire, of course, is always there, in what she calls “the Floaty space” between head and heart.”

And then makes a reference that seems odd, talking about “the other two” that transverse the realer planes of existence.

She likely refers to the concept of “Body, head, heart and soul,” so that while her head and heart are in conflict, her body and soul move on, dealing with reality.

This appears to continue aspects of the love poems (as I pointed out in another journal entry on this poem), his scent lingering in her bed so that when she breathes deeply, she feels him all around her, again seeming to reflect the song I posted: “I remember holding you while you sleep,” in the song, as opposed to, “I see you when I close my eyes and hear you as I fall asleep.”

Tied to my performance or not, the poem clearly struggles with the absence of his body in her life, his presence that is all around her.

There is a sense that she is trying to lure her lover back after the throes of wanting have calmed, looking for his arms to hold her perhaps, or his company in a lonely room.

Again, it is difficult to know who she means in these poems, yet there is a suggestion that she is safe to be around her again, and her ambitions have leveled out.

Because of the similarities between poem and song, I’d like to think that she may be sending a message, though I think she has shown the tendency to throw in a line or two in poems that are relevant to some people and not to others, a kind of tease to keep all those who are following her thinking she is writing the poem about them.

I suspect this may also be a reflection of her own faults, believing some things that are about her when they are not. And I also suspect that she will spend hours sorting through someone’s words in order to come up with a true meaning.

I remember her going over a long text message from her Brooklyn stalker, inserting her own meaning on his words, and I think she does this a lot when it comes to what I post, and perhaps even now, she is responding to my song thinking it means something I never intended.

 


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