Here’s some music to listen to while you read:
Oddly enough, I wasn’t actually listening to this song while I wrote this one but it was running a loop in my head. I don’t know about you, but that tells me I have been watching too many reels and tik toks.
This one comes from a fear of making mistakes. But probably more aptly, a fear of not getting forgiveness for those mistakes. And definitely a frustration about the dynamics of power when there is blame laid on the table. I think we all feel this on a personal but also a worldly level at this time in history.
I couldn’t stop thinking of photoshop as well when I was writing this— in regards to the idea that everything should be absolutely perfect, or else it loses its value. I think in that arena of fashion there has been a shift. But I think the effects of that high mantle have percolated into other areas of our life.
And perhaps effort doesn’t count as much as we thought/hoped it did if the result is undesirable.
to where do we place the issue of blame?
Is it to our left and to our right?
Or is it within the confines of our own hearts.
Hands stained with universal ego
Promises and deadlines broken and past
But who is the one who lands on top
He who lays the blame
Or he who claims it
Claiming is certainly a higher, humble road
but laying it creates a power that blinds
and binds us. Unable to see past the object
unable to claim responsibility for ourselves
we are all victims, we are all faultless
we are all sick of taking blame
and yet expectations of perfect persist
which have no place in the human act
I write poetry but not to rhyme, but isn't
it odd that blame & shame walk a lonely path
together? How quaint. How sickening the dark pit
that grows behind your ribs. And the world keeps
keeping on. And you— you do too.
It all starts with the stories we tell ourselves
but more importantly the lies. The world of
right and wrong has no place for me. And I
no patience for it. For what does effort matter
in a world of consequence.
Not cut so evenly in dichotomic measure.
But rather vague, in relation of the space relative
between you and me.
Now it’s your turn. Have you ever been in a situation where you thought you took more than your fair share of the blame?
Or do you totally disagree with the picture I’ve painted here?
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