ISO: Longing for Daisy Daisy TV
I am less interested in feeling desire at the moment than I am in intellectualizing it. I am trying to get my hands on a copy of Anne Carson’s Eros the Bittersweet: a book about the pleasure and pain of desire. Usually I find analysis to be a vehicle to closer myself to my feelings. Perhaps the book will reset something within me.
The guy at the used bookstore on my block assured me they almost always have a copy and told me to try again in a week or two. Having to wait for a book about desire feels ironically cruel. If my work in delayed gratification were stronger the book might not need to ever grace my shelf. My desires can feel immediate and urgent but often by the time they are actualized the feeling has moved elsewhere. (At least in regards to the musings I decorate my life with: books, clothes, etc. If my feelings for people were so transient, I’m not sure I’d ever need to write about desire at all.)