Our literature columnist today adds literary, philosophical and psychological depth to the “White Knight Syndrome” in relationships, or the need to rescue a troublesome (potential) partner, drawing from a Keats poem, mythology and a plethora of femme fatales, and personal experience and interpretation.
For some reason, I understood and yet didn’t understand what was spoken because in the dream I began to cry.
A gothic haiku.
In rejection, we not only feel hurt but it seems more than that.
In the past, in the aftermath of a breakup from a long-term relationship, I tended to seek out constant external stimulation (besides validation). I tended to try to “stay high” on the rush of fleeting romances and parties that, after the fact, only left me feeling more alone and empty.
Heiner Horlitz‘s poem takes me back to moments when a certain memory of a loved one – through an object or place associated with them – was so vivid that I almost had the feeling that the person was there and I could touch them, although they’d been long gone. This makes such an ability…