July 2007
7 posts
We Are All Dying →
We are all dying.
Call it “the natural order” or call it entropy; it doesn’t matter. Eventually, we all will die.
Is it bold to make that statement? To say out loud a most uncomfortable truth: that the end is inevitably coming? The twentieth century with its wondrous technologies and patent cures has provided us with every conceivable method of escaping death. From the daily vitamin, to...
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Sitting Kentucky Mother's Mind: A Poem for My... →
There’s a rocking chair on her porch that faces the sunset and every evening after her labors are through she lowers herself (like one would handle a Ming vase when packing it) safely into the wicker chair so that she may sit and watch
the sun go down-
(memories; yes, life is a sun-path) rising at birth, shinning bright in the middle, and slowly sinking towards the end.
The...
Victorian Hair Art →
Hair is at once the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle, so escaping from the idea of death, that with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature–may almost say, “I have a piece of thee here, not unworthy of thy being now.” The Godey’s Lady’s Book of...