E Y E W E A R, THE BLOG - FREEDOM MEANS BEING UNAFRAID TO WRITE WHAT YOU THINK

Reflections on the Confession of Tiger Woods Slowed by what slows the mood I locate by moving slowly the good Which is simply the bad passed Without, in the process, becoming toast. Sex addicts and poets are lost In the flood of power that most becomes Those who reside in interior luxury; The sea overrides the beach, desires To reach the inland empires, may breech The green controlled lawns of golf; There is a gulf between swing and speech, But tongue and arm both touch The rough yawn that lies between fire And rain, beauty and being plain; No god or man or woman resists a lyre If plucked by a finger that has tension And release at its recall; longer fingers Better caress the strings. Redder lips best Sing of wine and grape-sweet nights; Light demolishes the injurious sheets, Renders them just fabric, not gold thread, Pulls back the lids to let us see That the lover we sought to overcome In our riding passion is a tomb, And all the soldiery are not drunk but dead. Skin is what we touch...

Those who heard Mr T. Woods speak yesterday are no doubt in one of two camps - those who think him facile, cynical, even hypocritical (or overheated in protest), and see this as a laughable celebrity moment - and then again, those who (or so I hope) see the pathos and significance of what could be a genuine flood of change, taken hold of in this man's onrushing loose life. The important words, surely, were "I need your help". Billionaires, world famous and great at their work, rarely stoop to such vulnerable postures. There is something of the New Testament in such a humbled mightyman, calling for help. In that series of books, he would have received it, from a loving man-God, who forgave all and accepted all sexual sins. Sex addiction , such as Mr. Woods has bluntly explained it, is no joke. Rather, it seems the virus of the age - and not just for those, such as he, who had immense power and immense opportunity. The Internet now permits anyone to access lewdness that w...