Being a Lover in a Loveless World

It has been an eventful couple of weeks in the new year. Unexpected singlehood has left me with a lot of time to create, which I have put to good use.  Attached is the script of an added scene for One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. The assignment was to add a scene that provided a different point of view from the main character. It was a fun assignment, but it was difficult. The movie is wonderful the way it is! However, I like what I came up with, so enjoy!

Mildred

I also wanted to include this beautiful poem of Yeats’. It perfectly represents my usual struggles in dealing with other human beings. Artists of all sorts tend to be very sensitive and open beings. This can run counter to the world, especially as we get older. People become openly cynical, closed-off, rigid, and stuck in their ways. I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can respond to this is to take into account people’s limitations, but to radically be myself.  Only by radically being who I truly am can I contribute anything worthwhile to this planet. The world needs more people who are able to love, forgive, honor, and laugh. I am proud to be this kind of person.  And no matter how many times my heart gets broken or discarded, my source of strength is not other people, it is the Love Intelligence that dwells within me!

So, thank you, Yeats, for providing a vent that I can relate to (though his is from a male point of view, it works even better the other way!). However, being a Radical Lover is nothing to be ashamed of and it should not be changed, regretted, or hidden!

Have a beautiful week!

 

Never give all the Heart

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of

To passionate women if it seem

Certain, and they never dream

That it fades out from kiss to kiss;

For everything that’s lovely is

But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright,

For they, for all smooth lips can say,

Have given their hearts up to the play.

And who could play it well enough

If deaf and dumb and blind with love?

He that made this knows all the cost,

For he gave all his heart and lost.

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