Comments on: i tried to fight, but in the end i succumbed to the charms http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/03/i-tried-to-fight-but-in-the-end-i-succumbed-to-the-charms/ what we do is secret Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:18:36 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: a famished aparition http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/03/i-tried-to-fight-but-in-the-end-i-succumbed-to-the-charms/comment-page-1/#comment-24 a famished aparition Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:49:13 +0000 http://whatwedoissecret.info/?p=266#comment-24 this Petrarch always bothered me, particularly where he says "Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contra colpi d'Amor" Is there such a thing as a time for being on guard against love's blows? We can pretend that we're having our guard up, being more wary, being more careful, smart about not getting fooled once again... But love, if love it is, will infiltrate. And there is no love without its blows. It's like seduction or manipulation (i think i told you my thoughts on this) where it does not exist without success. There is no conception of love without its attendant variety of battering which is actually one of the more pleasant beatings you'll ever receive and the welts are delightful all the way up until love has left and gone and <i>then's</i> when the pleasured pain takes a different shape. The guards seem like a good idea at the time, especially when we're limping along after recent injury, but they seem (to me) to do little good save possibly souring what could have been pleasant and which is going to slip through the cracks of your defense in certain manners anyway. of course, i wouldn't say this to weeping Petrarch's face... and maybe I'm agreeing with him in the end. Maybe he means that there is no such time and no such guard.... this Petrarch always bothered me, particularly where he says “Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contra colpi d’Amor”
Is there such a thing as a time for being on guard against love’s blows? We can pretend that we’re having our guard up, being more wary, being more careful, smart about not getting fooled once again… But love, if love it is, will infiltrate. And there is no love without its blows. It’s like seduction or manipulation (i think i told you my thoughts on this) where it does not exist without success. There is no conception of love without its attendant variety of battering which is actually one of the more pleasant beatings you’ll ever receive and the welts are delightful all the way up until love has left and gone and then’s when the pleasured pain takes a different shape. The guards seem like a good idea at the time, especially when we’re limping along after recent injury, but they seem (to me) to do little good save possibly souring what could have been pleasant and which is going to slip through the cracks of your defense in certain manners anyway.

of course, i wouldn’t say this to weeping Petrarch’s face… and maybe I’m agreeing with him in the end. Maybe he means that there is no such time and no such guard….

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