Here’s looking at you, Congressman…
posted at 9:50 pm on April 12, 2010 by CK MacLeod
After I got over my shock – that Paul Ryan would throw a great Greenroom contributor, Zombie Contentions Web Czar, and income tax procrastinator – me – under the bus, in favor of some radio guy that no one’s ever heard of and one or two listeners; after I passed through subsequent stages of anger and of bargaining with the fates (wait, was that the phone ringing?… no, well, let me check my inbox…), I found myself in a blessed state of acceptance.
Who loves humankind, loves the pleasures of humankind, and there is no human pleasure at once so spectacular and intimate as new love aborning. OK, maybe it got a little mushy, and, yes, premature professions – on the first date, a phone-date! – have been known to lead to embarrassment. (Be careful, radio dude! Remember, in every affair, sooner or later, one gives the lips, the other the cheek, and it’s not always the one you expected.) Yet even and especially what’s wrong or terrifyingly un-graspable in new love tends to draw the lovers on, may be precisely what draws the lovers on…
…And yet, when you’ve endured
the first terrible glances, and the yearning at windows,
and the first walk together, just once, through the garden:
Lovers, are you the same? When you raise yourselves
one to another’s mouth, and hang there – sip against sip:
O, how strangely the drinker then escapes the deed.
–Rainer Maria Rilke
“Second Duino Elegy”
I won’t recount again, I’ll not even link, the messages Paul Ryan once vouchsafed to me… and to an audience of Oklahoma Republicans, to the blogosphere, and eventually to that itsy-bitsy radio audience of millions that I mentioned. When the light of rapture from yonder window breaks, what lovestruck prince spares a thought to the letters he once wrote to the fair what’s-her-name? And has there ever been a couple in the first blush of love who listened to a cynic?
May the union of needs and interests prove durable and fruitful, all the more so if and when the passion wanes.
Thank you, AP, for your kind and thoughtful words, but I’m done weeping… almost – and, really, what difference does it make at a time like this who’s “right”? All’s fair, and it’s just as well. Truth be told, I always thought the two belonged together. They complete each other. No one seemed to hear me saying so, and if anyone thought to thank me for making the match, what a small thing that would be anyway, compared to whatever course of love, true or other, may lie ahead for them.
Here’s looking at you, Congressman. (We’ll always have Oklahoma City.)
cross-posted at Zombie Contentions
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