The In-Between Places

September 22nd, 2010

“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”

William Blake

As you might have guessed from other posts, I’m a bit obsessed with William Blake and Jack Kerouac. I found this quote on a web site today and copied it down on the nearest scrap of paper. The feeling of being caught between those two states of being is so familiar to me. As if there is something waiting for me to know if I could only find the door and walk through it to the other side. ¬†Yesterday, I told a friend that one of my deepest wishes is to know how to be in a relationship fully. That was hard for me to admit because I’ve done the opposite for so many years. Listening to Matt Dillon read Kerouac’s¬†On the Road again recently, I realized that if there are 500 men in a room, I will unerringly pick out the Dean Moriarty in the bunch and make him my cross. Because it hurts so good as John Mellencamp wrote! So it’s like taking my clothes off in a public place to admit that I know how to fall in love but not how to hang on to love. Or like putting one foot on the threshold of the unknown and wondering if I’ll walk across it.

One Response to “The In-Between Places”

  1. Claire says:

    I fall in love easily. I hang on. Yes, it hurts so good, like scratching poison ivy.

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