Pony Party: The Dark Side of Love

on saturdays in leiden, the vendors fill the streets with their carts and tents of clothes and food and olibolo (did NOT spell that right) balls for Sinterklaas… middle eastern scarves, heavy wheels of cheese, african carvings, and books. people here love books.

i found this slim volume of poems by John Smith (?) at one of those carts. a book in english and i liked the subject… so i bought it. and, after reading, thought some of the poems might generate discussion, as love tends to do.

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from 1952 and “The Dark Side of Love” . . .


First and Last: 1

Man, coming first to woman

and finding her fair

Might, looking in her eyes, discover

How soon he will despair

Of finding that way back again

From her enchanted lair,

Made captive by such simple things

As eyes, as lips, as hair

Estrangement: 2

Turning, I found you gone

Who had been always there.

How can you know that I

Plunged into such despair

Have since that sullen day

Searched for you everywhere?

Since you have never moved

How can I hope to find

That place where you are gone?

I who am grown so blind

How may trace the way

Back to your heart and mind?


what i liked about these poems, the whole book in fact, was the simplicity of his despair and his glorified memories. it seems honest to me. sad and romantic. and women, for some reason, love to know this power over a man.

the best thing about this collection, for me, is its name… The Dark Side of Love.

so, what’s in your heart… and i know you want to rec the pony party, but DON’t do IT! and remember to be excellent to each other… when love hasn’t got you twisted up and in despair, that is. but sometimes it just feels good to feel bad… what can i say.


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  1. you haven’t really lived…

    I do note that when I was younger I was able to tolerate far more drama in my love life, maybe I even enjoyed it. Now I am sorta “fuck all that” my home is supposed to be my peaceable kingdom.

    • pfiore8 on December 8, 2007 at 00:09

    but i do need some umph. a little fire, not so much to burn down the house, but enough to get singed…

    oh. passion. love. politics. traveling. food. art.

  2. It was here yesterday….

  3. the most dangerous topic of all….:-)

  4. He could drop some sonnets or key scenes from classic lit to inspire us. Might be the one time he is actually sleeping.

    • Robyn on December 8, 2007 at 01:02

    …and what I hope I have written and what I can continue to write.

    And I hope in what I can teach and learn about life.

    • nocatz on December 8, 2007 at 01:06

    snif, snif

    snif, snif

  5. for some advice on love….

    • nocatz on December 8, 2007 at 01:15

    • nocatz on December 8, 2007 at 01:19

  6. To bad I can’t sing myself or we could get a ladies singing group here…

  7. you gotta stand up and demand it…

    • nocatz on December 8, 2007 at 01:23

    • nocatz on December 8, 2007 at 01:25

  8. everyone. I am going to scoot out and try to see if I can take a couple of pictures. I have no ideas for pony party tomorrow. Pony block. I might be in a “lamest” competition.

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