and so you have gone
leaving me here
in a room with a torn shade
and Siegfried’s Idyll playing on a small red radio.
and you left so quickly
as suddenly as you had arrived
and as I wiped your face and lips
you opened the largest eyes I have yet to see
and said, “I might have known
it would be you,”
and you did recognize me
but not for long
and an old man of white thin legs
in the next bed
said, “I don’t want to die,”
and your blood came again
and I held it in the pail of my hands,
all that was left
of the nights, and the days too,
and the old man was still alive
but you were not
we are not.
and you went as you arrived,
you left me quickly,
you had left me so many times before
when I thought it would destroy me
but it did not
and you always returned.
now I have turned off the red radio
and somebody in the next apartment slams a door.
the indictment is final: I will not find you on the street
nor will the phone ring, and each moment will not
let me be in peace.
it is not enough that there are many deaths
and that this is not the first;
it is not enough that I may live many more days,
even perhaps, more years.
it is not enough.
the phone is like a dead animal that will
not speak. and when it speaks again it will
always be the wrong voice now.
I have waited before and you have always walked in through
the door. now you must wait for me.
to Jane Cooney Baker, died 1-22-62 (via crooners
"In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!"
The execution of Troy Davis really irked me. If you haven’t kept up with it, give it a couple minutes of your time. The United States has executed yet another man who may very well have been innocent, and I can’t help but feel embarrassment & sorrow. Too many people have been found innocent after being put to death for me to be ok with capitol punishment. It’s tragic to say the least.
I wanted to see what other countries still participate in this shameful act, only to find we are in the company of some unsavory places. In case you geography skills are as poor as mine, the countries marked in red include: China, Iran, North Korea, Pakistan, Cuba, Libya, Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq, & Syria, among others.
Only one country in all of Europe practices it and that is Belarus.
Memento mori is a Latin phrase translated as “Remember your mortality”, “Remember you must die” or “Remember you will die” It names a genre of artistic work which varies widely, but which all share the same purpose: to remind people of their own mortality. The phrase has a tradition in art that dates back to antiquity.
Painting: Philippe de Champaigne’s Vanitas (c. 1671) is reduced to three essentials: Life, Death, and Time
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
Martin Luther King, Jr
"May I ask just one question?” put in one of the others. “In what manner should one live one’s daily life?” As though one were living for that single day, for that single hour. “How?” If you had only one hour to live, what would you do? “I really don’t know,” he replied anxiously. Would you not arrange what is necessary outwardly, your affairs, your will, and so on? Would you not call your family and friends together and ask their forgiveness for the harm that you might have done to them, and forgive them for whatever harm they might have done to you? Would you not die completely to the things of the mind, to desires and to the world? And if it can be done for an hour then it can also be done for the days and years that may remain. “Is such a thing really possible, sir?” Try it and you will find out."
Jiddu Krishnamurti, Commentaries On Living Series III, Sorrow From Self-Pity
Street Art of the Day: According to JetSet Graffiti, the paint was still drying on the massive mural world-renowned street artist BLU spent 4 days putting up on the north-facing wall of the Geffen Contemporary at MOCA (Los Angeles) — at MOCA’s behest — when the powers-that-be began scrubbing it off.
LA Downtown News thought the mural may have offended two vet organizations situated nearby, but, when asked, both the Veterans Administration and the National Go For Broke Education Center claimed they did not complain to MOCA.
No word on how this might impact MOCA’s upcoming street art exhibit, which is set to open in April.
[photo: unurth / thanks jc!]
"I always thought death would come on the freeway in a few horrifying moments, so you’d have no time to sort it out. Having months and months to look at it and think about it and talk to people and hear what they have to say, it’s a kind of blessing. It’s certainly an opportunity to grow up and get a grip and sort it all out. Just being told by an unsmiling guy in a white coat that you’re going to be dead in four months definitely turns on the lights. … It makes life rich and poignant. When it first happened, and I got these diagnoses, I could see the light of eternity, a la William Blake, shining through every leaf. I mean, a bug walking across the ground moved me to tears."