og det er alligevel en kommerciel amerikansk fidus af den slags, som Sven Wernström skrev børnebøger imod (Peter Fidus?) i 70'erne, men altså, jeg læste lige den bedste tekst om en affære, der nægter at forblive en affære, af den amerikanske digter Eileen Myles, som du lige har færdiglæst en hel bog af, Chelsea Girls, som du nu har lagt ind til mig (efter jeg havde sendt dig linket til teksten for en times tid siden), og sådan begynder den:
"I met this really beautiful woman at an
artist colony and we had a terrific affair and if you don’t know it
colonies are good for work or no work and this was a no work summer. She
lived with someone back in the city so the understanding was that after
our time at the colony we wouldn’t be lovers anymore but you know I do
kind of believe happy people don’t have affairs. I left the colony first
then she did. It was October and we had still never spoken. That was
the plan and I was okay with it. I’d take long walks with my dog and I
told everyone I could about the wonderful beautiful affair I had had
that summer and it excited me the telling but the thing was totally
done. I went to the dog run one day and I saw a woman from out of town
that I knew and I told her as I would tell anyone that fall all about my
love. This woman was a martial artist so of course in her body and her
mind she had wonderful powers. Her powers had something to do with
geomancy and the earth and balance. She was kind of a warrior witch —
and a writer too. She looked at me after I had told her my story and she
said and you haven’t called her. She looked deep into my eyes.
No I said. She tipped her head just slightly as if her whole musculature
was a question mark that dug deep into my spinal column or something.
It was everything I could do to stay still and not return that powerful
curl. It was doglike and she was the master and we parted in silence
soon after that moment. Perhaps that isn’t true. I walked up the steps
of my apartment building where I still live and I called the colony
lover at work. She was stunned and our conversation was filled with deep
pregnant pauses and of course we made a date.
And soon we were at it again, that hot incredible love was on in full
force and soon she left her girlfriend in Brooklyn and moved into an
apartment close to me and we continued our incredible love. There was a
path, just a paved trail between those tall apartment buildings on First
Ave connecting my major block (First) with hers which was A and we
called it the path because it was an eerie non urban feeling connection
between my dwelling and hers, it was part of the fairy tale of our love
and we would cross it at all times of day and night sometimes carrying
food, sometimes just carrying us and even my dog who was deeply loved by
everyone at this time. Rosie basked in our love. But wait none of this
has actually happened yet. (...)"
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