Dia de los Muertos
Submitted by Palmito on November 2, 2005 - 20:43
I realize now that all the work I've done that has had any success has had to do with death - even if tangentially. Not sure what that means, but I'd like to think that my dead really are supporting what we're doing here.
In memorium: Opa and Oma, Grandad and Granny, Momo, Dedé, Bruno, Goya, and all those who have passed the membrane between this world and another.
In memorium: Opa and Oma, Grandad and Granny, Momo, Dedé, Bruno, Goya, and all those who have passed the membrane between this world and another.
And for David, who left far too early.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
Shakespeare (King John, Act II, Scene IV)
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
Fare you well: had you such a loss as I,
I could give better comfort than you do.
I will not keep this form upon my head,
When there is such disorder in my wit.
Shakespeare (King John, Act II, Scene IV)
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