More Mourning, and O Douglas
Taken by the Hand by O Douglas published 1935 The new black lace dress that Beatrice wore did not fit. It was part of the “mourni...| clothesinbooks.blogspot.com
In his poem "Interception," Ben Corvo writes about the aftermath of an imagined ending The post Interception appeared first on The Lehrhaus.| The Lehrhaus
If you want to mature, you’re going to have to suffer. Actually, that’s not quite right. You are going to suffer, that’s the nature of life under the sun. Some of that will be petty, some of it will be serious, and (heaven-forfend) some of it will be so psychologically scarring that you’ll be getting… Continue reading Maturity Will Hurt→| nuakh
A two-person ‘Rengay’ By Annette and David ara- seams will unravel a strong wind moves things along detached strings remain db- buskers stitch their melody fiddle weaving through the flute ara- statues with heartbeats rubber souls of cement shoes dandelion fuzz db- remembered places— affection drifts like seedlings carrying old notes ara- not all… Continue reading Canta libre, or: A rengay→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
of crows, they who first saw me at the retreat: week in ohio, more than a little death at my heels. five or six of them, the crows, perched and rattling a dead-top tree, cackled me down a good morning (returned). a good morning (returned) is what I am seeking; that elusive memory of sunup unhaunted by husband daniel. seeking that breeze unbothered, but there are hornets in ohio too, late june, that inject death their own ways. in my attic room one made a brooch of itself, pi...| Brevity: A Journal of Concise Literary Nonfiction
On Tisha B’Av, as we remember the destruction of the past, we also sit with our present pain. In that stillness, music can be a companion. The post The Music of Mourning: Tisha B’Av and the Soundtrack of Grief appeared first on Moment Magazine.| Moment Magazine
Taken by the Hand by O Douglas published 1935 The new black lace dress that Beatrice wore did not fit. It was part of the “mourni...| clothesinbooks.blogspot.com
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must…| c4 journal
Day Twelve Jay For two days we had only our evenings together. But I would know if Storm was on the fair’s ground or out riding the countryside, just as I knew without turning when the blue eyes we…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
Day Ten, Robin Kip went back into school for me, and I spent the morning at Cutler’s Forge. Ira’s body lay in the room that used to be our room. It would lay there now until its burning. They had f…| Writing Wrinkles, and Random Ramblings
I’ve been doing a series of events for A Primer on Utopian Philosophy (available now, order it here etc etc). What has been perhaps somewhat surprising is the extent to which Bloch’s philosophical project seems to resonate with people. In the midst of the bleak nightmare of modernity, Bloch’s unabashed philosophy of hope could easily … Continue reading Blessed Are They That Mourn, For They Shall Be Haunted→| thelitcritguy
Tommy Landry (1958-2024): His Legacy of Light In 2021, Tommy Landry, a core member of L’Arche Antigonish participated in Dorothy Lander’s Botanical Hands pr ...| tryhealingarts.ca
It is extraordinary the suffering that some people bear. I attended a wake recently for a young man who died from complications to do with diabetes and alcoholism, he was 45. He died alone with only a few friends who called in on him regularly. When I first knew him at the age of 16 […]| SafetyRisk.net
Since the early thirteenth century, ‘grief’ in the English language has referred to “suffering, pain, or bodily affliction,” coming from grever “afflict, burden, oppress” and the Latin gravare, “make heavy” or gravis, meaning “weighty”. In its modern context, grief is perhaps best understood as mental pain or sorrow for the death of a loved one, […]| The Confucian Weekly Bulletin
My favorite picture of my dad, farm boy to the core and grinning from ear to ear. Once he found out I liked the overalls, he wore them every time he visited me. But last time we visited… call it a premonition, call it whatever you like, it was the first time we cried when […]| Ballastexistenz
