Then I opened it, carefully.
Judith was right. I took The Gold Cell into the living room, sat down, and read every poem. That day I read the book a few times. The poems did what fine poetry can often do. They made me want to write. Many of the poems are confronting and visceral in their exploration of child abuse, motherhood and sex, and they set a linguistic and thematic precedent for much of what would follow in subsequent collections. The book opens with the title poem.
Satan comes to the one inside the box and makes demands: in order for her to gain freedom, she must say things about her parents — My father is a shit, my mother is a pimp … She says the words, but then Satan takes things to a darker level. Say shit, say death, say fuck the father. She says the words and the box begins to open. Having said these things, Satan leaves her there and seals the keyhole with wax. As a child she was sexually abused by both her mother and father.
This is dealt with, in varying degrees of intensity and success , in her first four books. Many poets have written out of personal experience, defining emotional and physical trauma. The so-called Confessional poets made misery and pain legitimate subjects for poetry. Anne Sexton, in particular, gave voice to sexuality, the workings of the body and mental illness, and paved the way for other writers to explore these issues, where previously it had been more or less taboo territory. Olds takes the raw, unfiltered sides of our sexual and familial lives and shocks them into new perspectives.
There is an urgency here that is perfectly matched to the subject-matter. Olds frequently uses enjambment to delay or hasten the delivery of information. Her use of this much misunderstood and misused line-ending technique can be tricky to negotiate at first. Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul! And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
Jesus Lives and So Shall I.
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Jesus lives, and so shall I. He who deigned for me to die, Lives, the bands of death to sever. He shall raise me from the dust: Jesus is my Hope and Trust. Jesus lives, and reigns supreme, And, his kingdom still remaining, I shall also be with him, Ever living, ever reigning. God has promised: be it must: Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
Me he raises from the dust. Jesus is my Hope and Trust. Jesus lives, I know full well Nought from him my heart can sever, Life nor death nor powers of hell, Joy nor grief, hence forth forever. None of all his saints is lost; Jesus is my Hope and Trust. Jesus lives, and death is now But my entrance into glory. Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? What though Death at times steps in And calls our best away? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell fear! Life is But a Stopping Place. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay… Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands To pass their freshness over me once more: I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
The moon is outside. I saw the great uncomplicated thing when I went to take a leak just now. I should have looked at it longer. I am a poor lover of the moon. I see it all at once and that's it for me and the moon. On the path of loneliness I came to the place of song and tarried there for half my life Now I leave my guitar and my keyboards my friends and s-x companions and I stumble out again on the path of loneliness I am old but I have no regrets not one even though I am angry and alone and filled with fear and desire Bend down to me from your mist and vines O high one, long-fingered and deep-seeing Bend down to this sack of poison and rotting teeth and press your lips to the light of my heart.
Compiled by Martin Chilton.
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Do you relive an event the way it should have been? Forget about regret, and focus.
Focus on today, not on the past. Focus on what you can do, not what you didn't do. The only thing to regret is living in the past The only thing to feel sorrow for is not living each day to the fullest. The only thing to do to repent is to sincerely say, I'm sorry. Don't live your life regretting yesterday.
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Live your life so tomorrow you won't regret today. The only way you can regret yesterday is When you've never learnt anything from it And remember that what ever you worry about It's in the past, there is nothing you can change or do about it, Just accept to choose to see Yesterday's problems as an opportunity to grow. Worry is wasting today's time Cluttering up tomorrow's opportunities With yesterday's trouble. How many times do we look back on? An event and think, if only I had You can't change a past event, Its yesterday, you can't change what has been done.
Do you call it regret, sorrow, repentance?
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