#aspasia

For behind every tongue that is lauded as great,

There whispers a woman who taught it to wait.

I gave him the logic, the wit, and the fire,

I tuned the grand instrument, plucked the whole lyre.

Socrates spoke, but the words were my own

A mind in a cage, while he sat on the throne.

Because winners write history, bold with a pen,

The spotlight is forever the birthright of men.

They strip off our titles, reduce us to shame,

Erasure their weapon to forfeit our claim.

They call us the courtesan, mistress, or muse,

While stealing the brilliance they claim we refuse.

They dehumanize, devalue, and box us in tight,

quando idealizzi qualcuno così tanto che diventa praticamente un DLC metafisico:

allora niente raga,
forse il problema non era lei.

forse il problema era che io avevo trasformato una persona reale in una creatura mitologica partorita direttamente dalla mia disperazione romantica.

lei: respirava normalmente
e io:

“Una divina incarnazione della bellezza eterna”

capite il livello di delirio.

e quindi adesso eccomi qui:
costretto ad accettare che l’Aspasia che amavo esisteva soprattutto nella mia testa.

terribile esperienza.
0/10.
consigliata solo se volete:

* soffrire

* perdere lucidità

* scrivere capolavori

comunque lei probabilmente sta vivendo serenamente
e io sto fondando il pessimismo cosmico 2.

'No one would have objected if Pericles had been fond of young men or cruel to his first wife. But people were scandalised to find that he considered her successor a human being, keeping her in his own apartments instead of shutting her up in the gynecea and asking his friends to bring their wives to meet her. Such behavior was judged too astonishing to be natural and Aspasia herself too brilliant to be respectable.'

This feminine comment implies severe censure, not to be wondered at, of Athenian habits. But it is not, in fact, so very long since modern man came to a full realisation that 'women, too, are individuals'."