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“Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand/Don’t get you nowhere Don’t make you a man” —John Lennon, “I Found Out”

Women never fall in love with men.
They fall in love with wishes.
Sure why shouldn’t women fall in love with a man who doesn’t exist?
What is a man? Someone who jerks off into their fist.

A man is a plan, and also he is what he plans.
A woman is what she plans. A plan is a woman—the best plan of a man’s.
Plans are wishes and wishes are the best plans for adoring fans.

Do you see what I can do?
I can write a poem to you,
But not really to you—because other people see it, too.
I love you, but you don’t exist
Except as a plan, as a name on a list,
As someone in a picture, or someone in a bed,
Or a poem, perhaps, I was planning in my head.

The sexes exist for something higher; they don’t exist for each other.
Was Johnny being funny when he called Yoko, “mother?”
Is money funny, honey?

 

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6 Comments

  1. noochinator said,

    October 8, 2016 at 2:46 pm

    “I love you, but you don’t exist
    Except as a plan, as a name on a list,
    As someone in a picture, or someone in a bed,
    Or a poem, perhaps, I was planning in my head.”

    As the great philosopher Quentin Crisp said, “There is no tall dark man.”

  2. noochinator said,

    October 8, 2016 at 6:08 pm

    “First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons—but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world—a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring—this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

    “Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else—but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

    “It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”

    Carson McCullers, ‘The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories’

  3. Desdi said,

    October 8, 2016 at 11:33 pm

    Is this pic actual –
    or virtual/Photoshopped ?
    I was not aware of J. Lennon having met Che Guevara, who died in ’67, but it could have happened (?)

  4. Desdi said,

    October 9, 2016 at 12:26 pm

    Lennon looks like he did in the 80’s here – so I stand corrected.
    By my poetic self.

  5. Connect/Hook said,

    October 9, 2016 at 5:34 pm

    God it’s great to be persona non grata at Scarriet.
    Can’t you people even RESPOND personally?
    Sheeesh.

  6. thomasbrady said,

    October 10, 2016 at 12:59 pm

    It is a photoshopped pic. That’s definitely an older Lennon. Mid 1970s. Che died in 1967, on John’s birthday, October 9. (Lennon died in 1980)


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