You may have seen the film 21 Grams (2003). Buried within its non-linear stories of three characters in a past, present and future swirl was the titular reference to the weight of a soul.
The title refers to research by physician Dr. Duncan MacDougall that dates back to 1901. His goal was to measure the mass lost by a human when the soul departs the body at death. His experiment started with six…
One leaves us by his own hand.
One that loved wisely but too well.
To sleep, when peaceful dreams may come.
May. If so, he knows. For us,
there’s tomorrow, and hopefully tomorrow, and tomorrow.
The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens.
The aurora at the start of day
cannot hold against the fall of night.
Being granted immortality but not eternal youth
is no wish fulfilled. Fear of death,
natural as the sunset, twilight, darkness, acceptance.
Under the sequestered cool of hardy oaks,
behind a noiseless gray churchyard, I rest.
Not so far in time and place,
from the madding crowd who will also
rest here, seated upright or lying down.
Last year, it could not happen. Denial
But, damn you, for this curse! Anger
We prayed together, one truly believing. Bargaining
No life. No meaning. Nothing but depression.
Someday, they say, will come unlikely acceptance.
Hamnet Shakespeare was baptized 2 February 1585
and buried 11 August 1596. Only son
of William Shakespeare, fraternal twin of Judith.
No poems or speeches written for him.
No lines can ever bring one back.
1890 engraving by unknown German artist of William Shakespeare reciting lines to his family. His wife, Anne Hathaway, is sitting in the chair on the right; his son Hamnet is behind him on…
— François Rabelais
French Renaissance man Francois Rabelais died 461 years ago. His legacy includes the word Rabelaisian—used to describe good-natured, bawdy humor. This quote is supposed to be his dying words — that may be in dispute, but I like it nevertheless.
William Blake’s “Ancient of Days”
Poet Billy Collins has quipped that majoring in English means majoring in death. It is the big theme in literature. I was an English major.
None of us likes death and we don’t like to think about it, but we can’t help but think about it.
I had a course in the Bible as literature in college. The course didn’t convince me that the Bible is literature or convince me…
The dead are a part of those
who lived – or perhaps it is that
the living are a part of those
who will one day be the dead.
We want to belong. We do belong.
Yeah, this is my approach. Just take Death for a fun ride once and awhile.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
When Dylan Thomas went on his fourth reading tour of the United States in 1953, he was deep into his alcoholism. He was hospitalized with alcohol poisoning just as the tour began and told his doctor, “I’ve had 18 straight whiskeys. I think that’s the record.”
He died a few days later. One of his last poems is “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” - a poem in the villanelle form about the death of his father.
Dylan Marlais Thomas was born on October 27, 1914, in South Wales at 5 Cwmdonkin Drive in Swansea.
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Vincent van Gogh died on this day, July 29, in 1890.
He had shot himself in the chest in a wheat field two days before and managed to make it home to his own bed. It’s still unclear how and why the shooting occurred.
The doctor decided not to remove the bullet. His brother Theo was sent for in Paris.
Theo reported that Vincent’s last words were “The sadness will go on forever.”