“I wonder if this is what binds many of us who de-converted, across denominations, across varying beliefs; what it is that allows us to easily understand each other’s experiences — we were given an understanding of the ourselves that said that we did not belong to ourselves, that to live rightly we should relinquish any sense of our autonomy, any idea that we could judge our own beliefs for ourselves. We sacrificed our internal understanding for an external belief system on the sole grounds that we were told that this was the truth of existence. Which means that the very act of de-converting is done with an understanding that we are seen as betrayers, as committing the ultimate rebellion: a rebellion against God himself. A rebellion against truth, reality, reason, morality, and goodness.”— When You’re Taught Autonomy is a Lie, on somaticstrength (via speakingwhentheworldsleeps)
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
with quilts over the head
such a cold night
I spent many nights like this
in a trailer with no heat
The Hokku stanza was written by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694). The Ageku stanza was written by me. It is autobiographical.
Sunday, January 19, 2020
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Friday, January 17, 2020
This poignant gem was originally published on 17 January 2010 on my now-retired poetry blog.
life It would be far easier to diet if I didn't like food.
This, apparently, was the entire-ass poem.
A year later, I would finally take the long-needed step of ditching diet culture for good.
That is a terrible statement, let alone being a terrible poem.
It isn't even a poem, it's a blurb. A very stupid and brainwashed blurb. It's a tweet that shouldn't have been tweeted. It is a lot of things, none of them good. A poem it is not.
The Chili Bean Tanka is a better poem, and it is not a good poem. In fact, it is close to Vogon poetry in its poetic injustice.
It goes a little bit something like this.
I ate the chili
between the beans and the spice
beneath the cover of night
noxious eruptions take place
As I mentioned previously, I struggled over the holidays. My abusive partner ED (Eating Disorder) reared his ugly head and I relapsed into my old restrictive eating and self-loathing patterns. Which, by the way, never made me thin, they just fucked my metabolism over and made me hate myself even more.
However, reading this micro-poem that should not be, I could see where I'd been myopic in my criticism of a poet whose book I reviewed recently. I gave the book overall high praise, but I stated that her "poem" which read as follows, and I quote:
love ends but calories are forever
was not so much a poem as unfortunate diet culture rhetoric, and I wouldn't want to read it as a tweet, let alone in a book of poetry.
Given the unseemly evidence above, that critique was hypocritical of me.
However, there is a lesson to be learned.
Next time you think publishing a pithy pearl of poignant perspicacity such as this...
Go to the kitchen and grab yourself a snack. Or at least have something to drink. Your blood sugar may be low because if you think that's worth publishing, you obviously haven't been thinking clearly. Step out for a breath of air and clear your head of the Diet Culture nonsense. You've obviously bitten off more of it than you can chew.
That being said, Words Written in the Dark is, overall, a thoughtful and thought-provoking volume of modern poetry, and I recommend it highly.
Fat and Ornery
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Sly and Snarky
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Thursday, January 16, 2020
Gender Critical Dad: The Quest for the Real Trans - Beliefs and Meta Be...: I'm seeing a lot of people expressing concern about how genderism is rushing young women into trans medicalisation.
Posted by The Ornery Old Lady at 6:52 PM
Friday, January 10, 2020
Detransition: The Elephant in the Room.
I like it. This elephant needs to be fed and cared for so that it may grow strong. It may be the best chance of combating the current trans cult groupthink.
Posted by The Ornery Old Lady at 11:52 AM