Hiding Behind Marriage
Some people take refuge in the pretense that they are married. There is safety in it. Waitresses wear wedding rings whether they are married or not. Men tell their other women that their wife doesn't understand them or is sick or frigid, but like the cowards they are, they still maintain the unavailability of being married.
Both men and women hide behind their marriages. It becomes their status. Bukowski said, "A woman sleeps with a poet and all of a sudden she's a literary critic."
You are a lost soul if you aren't 'hooked up.' It shouts that you are somehow unworthy. If you can convince the world that at least one person thinks you are great or at least acceptable, then you are. This is why married people are more attractive than the recently dumped.
This is also why married people try to arrange a parachute before they bail on the old spouse. Sociologists call it serial monogamy. I call it surreal monogamy.
Marriage is a commercial arrangement, not an emotional one. Rare is 'the marriage made in heaven.' Love is made in heaven. Marriage is public pretense.
Tell Me About Marriage
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Ah....but da music!!!!!
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I'm writing a screenplay called "All My Husbands."
You'll have to wait until it comes out on the silver screen. Don't wanna spoil it for you.
But I'll give you a hint. You're the only one who didn't cheat.
Then again, we weren't married.
Go figure.
Marriage is an institution. That's why it feels so good when you get out of it.
You'll have to wait until it comes out on the silver screen. Don't wanna spoil it for you.
But I'll give you a hint. You're the only one who didn't cheat.
Then again, we weren't married.
Go figure.
Marriage is an institution. That's why it feels so good when you get out of it.
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Marriage
by greg corso
Should I get married? Should I be good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It’s beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky -
When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit with my knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where’s the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap -
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we’re losing a daughter
but we’re gaining a son -
And should I then ask Where’s the bathroom?
O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just wait to get at the drinks and food -
And the priest! he looking at me as if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She’s all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on -
Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
Everybody knowing! I’d almost be inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climactic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I’d live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I’d sit there the Mad Honeymooner
devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy
a saint of divorce -
But I should get married I should be good
How nice it’d be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting my baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I’d make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones’ house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust -
Yet if I should get married and it’s Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear nor Roman coin soup-
O what would that be like!
Surely I’d give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon
No, I doubt I’d be that kind of father
Not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly tight New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking -
No! I should not get married! I should never get married!
But - imagine if I were married to a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and a highball in the other
and we lived high up in a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No, can’t imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream -
O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
It’s just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes -
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there’s maybe a girl now but she’s already married
And I don’t like men and -
But there’s got to be somebody!
Because what if I’m 60 years old and not married,
all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!
Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible -
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.
by greg corso
Should I get married? Should I be good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It’s beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky -
When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit with my knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where’s the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap -
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we’re losing a daughter
but we’re gaining a son -
And should I then ask Where’s the bathroom?
O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just wait to get at the drinks and food -
And the priest! he looking at me as if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She’s all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on -
Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
Everybody knowing! I’d almost be inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climactic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I’d live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I’d sit there the Mad Honeymooner
devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy
a saint of divorce -
But I should get married I should be good
How nice it’d be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting my baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I’d make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones’ house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust -
Yet if I should get married and it’s Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear nor Roman coin soup-
O what would that be like!
Surely I’d give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon
No, I doubt I’d be that kind of father
Not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly tight New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking -
No! I should not get married! I should never get married!
But - imagine if I were married to a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and a highball in the other
and we lived high up in a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No, can’t imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream -
O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
It’s just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes -
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there’s maybe a girl now but she’s already married
And I don’t like men and -
But there’s got to be somebody!
Because what if I’m 60 years old and not married,
all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!
Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible -
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.
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"Marriage, My Friends, is Like a Hot Bath"
by Justin Thyme, 'Stute escapee, 1999
(one of my pen names)
Marriage, my friends, is like a hot bath --
It looks and it feels so inviting.
You can't wait to soak from your head to your toes
since it looks to be warm and exciting!
You're naked, my friends, and the bubbles entice
as you yearn for that warm cozy feeling...
of water so hot that it makes you feel nice
as it sends your head off to the ceiling!
But when you get in it, it isn't so hot --
in fact the hot wears off quite quickly!
And if you stay in it too long, my dear friends,
you'll find that it makes you feel sickly.
The water sits there in the bath while you soak
and the soap suds with magnet attractions
grab dirt and debris that will sit on the top
of the surface and wait for reactions....
Your skin can break out if you stay there too long
while the water stagnates like a sewer.
You'll lie there and wonder if you can get out
and you'll want a hot bath that's much newer.
Yep, marriage, my friends, is a bath in the tub
and you'd better think twice while it's running...
'cause if you decide to jump in and to soak,
you'll find the hot water quite cunning.
When thinking of marriage, please think of your bath
and think twice 'fore heading for soaking.
'Cause marriage, I tell you, is like a hot bath.
It ain't all that hot! I ain't joking!
signed, Justin Thyme
recent escapee
by Justin Thyme, 'Stute escapee, 1999
(one of my pen names)
Marriage, my friends, is like a hot bath --
It looks and it feels so inviting.
You can't wait to soak from your head to your toes
since it looks to be warm and exciting!
You're naked, my friends, and the bubbles entice
as you yearn for that warm cozy feeling...
of water so hot that it makes you feel nice
as it sends your head off to the ceiling!
But when you get in it, it isn't so hot --
in fact the hot wears off quite quickly!
And if you stay in it too long, my dear friends,
you'll find that it makes you feel sickly.
The water sits there in the bath while you soak
and the soap suds with magnet attractions
grab dirt and debris that will sit on the top
of the surface and wait for reactions....
Your skin can break out if you stay there too long
while the water stagnates like a sewer.
You'll lie there and wonder if you can get out
and you'll want a hot bath that's much newer.
Yep, marriage, my friends, is a bath in the tub
and you'd better think twice while it's running...
'cause if you decide to jump in and to soak,
you'll find the hot water quite cunning.
When thinking of marriage, please think of your bath
and think twice 'fore heading for soaking.
'Cause marriage, I tell you, is like a hot bath.
It ain't all that hot! I ain't joking!
signed, Justin Thyme
recent escapee
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Doreen Peri
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corso's hip. terri saw him read somewhere. everyone talks about ginsberg - and i haven't read much of either - but from what i have read, i prefer corso. now justin thyme; i heard him once in europe, and have many of his books - one was even signed by him on the eve of queen's silver jubilee. oh, how we talked that night of rilke, lorca, and the great monty mondawmin of the post- neo - formal abstractionists.
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LRod, I think this song is the perfect marriage tune.........check it out!
I could see this song being a hit again! I'd sure love to record it......
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I could see this song being a hit again! I'd sure love to record it......
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I'd love to record it with you
cute little flute part (I could improve it)
ok, I couldn't resist this either:
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cute little flute part (I could improve it)
ok, I couldn't resist this either:
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