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The Word.

June 11th, 2006 (04:14 pm)

I had an odd little epiphany last night...hanging out with Drew and MAB and Benjamin.
It was something Drew said, while Ben was inside.

A song was playing while we were grilling and jumping in and out of the pool...
and Drew was talking about how much he loved it now, he had never really listened
to the words--but Ben was singing them one day and he realised what an amazing
story it was.

"He's the Word Man, you know? I always hear the music--but Ben knows the
lyrics to probably every song he has ever heard. It's uncanny. I don't know how he
does it!?"

And I thought for a moment...of the times that I have complained that Benjamin isn't a
WORD person--doesn't talk enough to suit my needs...I interpreted this as not

Every day I am learning more, how much I misunderstand... that he breaks the frame
of nearly anyone I have ever met.

He listens to everything. REMEMBERS everything.
I am startled at times, by the complete verbatim with which he recalls what I have said...
years past even.

He hears the words, he remembers the words.
I have to write mine down, chant them to keep them in my head...I talk too much.
He is quiet, keeps things and thinks about them and holds them whole.

Because I did not understand...I thought he was not a lover of the story.
I could not have been more wrong.
He is the best kind of lover, the kind that digests and makes the story part of himself.

I feel the wind whistling in my ears now, as I free-fall faster and faster.

*happy sigh*

Last night I rode on the back of his bike for the first time...Harley rumble between my
legs--and my warm boy in my arms....leaning into him at every turn.

The moon was full, and the City was almost too beautiful to look at as we sped along
the freeway...My heart pounded in my chest and rose into my throat.

He leaned so he could look me in the face in the mirror, I grinned back at him.

He makes me giddy. He makes me tingle. He makes me want to be better and better
and better. This is good stuff. VERY good stuff.

I'm almost afraid at times...that I will wake up.
And none of this will be real.
It is more than I could have ever imagined....more than words.


Posted by: madravenstark (madravenstark)
Posted at: June 11th, 2006 09:22 pm (UTC)

i do the same thing as Ben, though he sounds a bit more adept at it than i. it really freaks out my managers when i can walk by their office while they're chatting, then four hours later at lunch when they are trying to remember what they were talking about, i can parrot it back.

im working on learning The Princess Bride, but it's slow going.



Posted by: madravenstark (madravenstark)
Posted at: June 11th, 2006 09:26 pm (UTC)

i want to elaborate on that bit, so it doesnt sound so inane and pointless.

i listen carefully to everything around me because at some point a long time ago i stopped talking. there wasnt anyone around to listen to me. so i read my books and watched my cartoons and listened to my radio, and when i didnt have those things, i listened to people.

and once i realized some people do have something worthwhile or entertaining to say, i started remembering, so i could learn from what others were talking about.


Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: June 11th, 2006 09:31 pm (UTC)
Have Fun Storming the Castle!!!
Cup & Lip

I have much to learn from people like you.

Posted by: Disophy (disophy1)
Posted at: June 12th, 2006 01:44 am (UTC)
He makes me want to be better

I think that this is the very first time I've ever heard you say this. And I do think that feeling is a very good one indead.

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