“Drained of faith, I kneel and hail thee as my Lord,I ask not life, thou need not swerve the bullet,I ask but strength to ride the wave, andone more thing, teach me to hate”
In this quote by Joyce Shaughnessy, the speaker expresses feelings of desperation and hopelessness. By saying they are "drained of faith," the speaker indicates that they have lost their belief in a higher power or greater purpose. They then go on to ask for strength to endure life's challenges and to learn how to hate. This desire to hate seems to reflect a deep-seated anger or resentment that the speaker is struggling to understand and control. Overall, the quote conveys a sense of internal turmoil and emotional conflict.
In this powerful poem by Joyce Shaughnessy, the speaker expresses a deep sense of despair and emptiness, seeking strength and guidance in the face of hardship. The plea to be taught how to hate may seem jarring, but it speaks to the complexity of human emotions and the desire for a release from suffering. In today's world, where individuals may be facing personal struggles or societal injustices, this poem resonates as a reminder of the importance of resilience and the need to find ways to navigate adversity.
In this haunting excerpt from Joyce Shaughnessy's poem, the speaker expresses a deep sense of desperation and disillusionment, pleading for strength to endure life's challenges and even asking to be taught how to hate.
This powerful poem by Joyce Shaughnessy raises deep questions about faith, strength, and the complexity of human emotions. Reflecting on these themes can lead to personal growth and understanding. Consider the following questions:
“After months of rumors, inference, and horrible miscalculations, the impossible had happened. The U.S. Pacific fleet lay twisted anad burning at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean in Honolulu. Had he been wrong about Japan not taking an offensive right now? God, he had thousands of men and women to think of, and he feared in his heart that it might not turn out the way he had seen it. He felt doomed, almost paralyzed by his gross miscalculation. He determined, however, that he would not let the word out about Pearl Harbor until he could meet with his American strategists and Philippine President Manuel Quezon.”
“(from A Love Story, Eight Takes) 8 As it turns out, there is a wrong way to tell this story. I was wrong to tell you how multi-true everything is, when it would be truer to say nothing. I've invented so much and prevented more. But I'd like to talk with you about other things, in absolute quiet. In extreme context. To see you again, isn't love revision? It could have gone so many ways. This just one of the ways it went. Tell me another.”
“And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.”
“I'm Perfect at Feelings, so I have no problem telling you why you cried over the third lost metal or the mousetrap. I knew that orgasms weren't your fault and that feeling of keeping solid in yourself but wanting an ecstatic black hole was just bad beauty. Certain loves were perfect in the daytime and had every right to express carnally behind the copy machine and there are no hard feelings for the boozy sodomy and sorry XX daisy chain, whenever it felt right for you. And when the moment of soft levitation with erasing hands made you feel dirty, like the main person to think up love in the first place, I knew that. It's okay, you're an innocent with the brilliance of an animalstuffing yourself sick on a kill. Don't, don't feel like the runt alien on my ship: I get you. I know the dimensions of your wishing and losing and don't think you a glutton with petty beefs. But even I, who know your triggers, your emblematic sacs of sad fury, I understand why the farthest fat trees sliver down with your disappointment and why the big sense of the world, wrong before you, shrugs but somewhere grasps your spinning, stunning, alone. But you have me.”
“Would I dance with you? Both forever and rather die. / It would be like dying, yes. Yes I would.”
“I always asked for forgiveness for my sins right away but I never accepted it until I felt right that I had suffered enough to pay for it. God revealed to me what I was doing how much unnecessary pain I was causing myself. He even showed me that what I was doing was an insult to Jesus that in essence I was saying Lord the sacrifice of Your life and blood was good but not good enough. I must add my work of feeling guilty before I can be forgiven.”