Lou Gold wrote: ↑Mon Mar 29, 2021 8:13 pm
For another take on the masculine quest, see
this one.
We must invest time and passion in specific goals and at the same time acknowledge that these are mutable. The circumstances of women’s lives now and in the past provide examples for new ways of thinking about the lives of both men and women. What are the possible transfers of learning when life is a collage of different tasks? How does creativity flourish on distraction? What insights arise from the experience of multiplicity and ambiguity? And at what point does desperate improvisation become significant achievement? These are important questions in a world in which we are all increasingly strangers and sojourners. The knight errant, who finds his challenges along the way, may be a better model for our times than the knight who is questing for the Grail.
Why distract with another thread?
A favorite poet of mine, Pentti Saarikoski, did write that "A poet needs to be distracted." But poetry is neither masculine nor feminine, as well as both and.
Learning and perfecting a
craft still needs dedication and focused concentration, in some moderation some peace from the attention seeking distractions by the feminine art of multitasking.
So, no. She is not in the position to one-sidedly and greedily define all lives from women's lives only. The chalice, the Grail, is already in the hands of Mother
Pandora, has always been. And Matriarchy would be boring as hell with blind obedience by males to every distraction from having fun and playing. "Our times", she says, as if she knows and owns the mystery and forms of time.
In the words of another poet (ie. yours truly):
River has only one one shore.
I am Prometheus, from my hands
grow dandelions,
telescope suns.
Your chalice is over flowing, Pandora,
pouring down the street.
I am Epimetheus, I sit
so long that the river is not the same,
a boat of bark in the brook.
I made a sail from a paper,
put a coin for a cargo.
I can't remember what I have forgotten,
how with fire in my hands,
I put my hands in the stream,
from the clay of the stream
the chalice in your hand.
