I have trouble concentrating on reading novels lately - too much going on in my life and head.
And even music I don't sit down and listen to much any more. But listening in the car is good.
Yesterday when coming back from the coast we put on The National's High Violet, and it was exactly what I needed to listen to. Melodic, unemphatic, almost diffident music at times, very thoughtful and reflective and full of emotion. It's kind of muted, yet strong. And I thought, as the car went up the hill at St Helena, just past Byron Bay, how nice it is that men make music like this. And how much I like (some) men.
Which led me to think of Edith Speers' poem, 'Why I Like Men'.
Why I Like Men
mainly i like men because they're different
they're the opposite sex
no matter how much you pretend they're ordinary
human beings you don't really believe it
they have a whole different language and geography
so they're almost as good
as a trip overseas when life gets dull
and you start looking for a thrill
next i like men because they're all so different
one from the other
and unpredictable so you can never really know
what will happen from
like anyone else i have my own taste with regard
to size and shape and colour
but the kind of style that has nothing to do
with money can make you bet
on an outsider
lastly i guess i like men because they are the other
half of the human race
and you've got to start somewhere
learning to live and let live
maybe it's because if you can leave your options open
ready to consider love
with such an out and out foreigner
it makes other people seem
so much easier
Edith Speers (b 1949)
From The Penguin Book of Australian Women Poets, ed Susan Hampton & Kate Llewellyn