June 17, 2014
After many a summer dies the swan

After many a summer dies the swan

wing

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.

* Though this poem’s title is a line in Tennyson’s poem “Tithonus”, I was inspired by the the Aldous Huxley novel
that uses the line as its title. They both share the theme,

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June 4, 2014
Elegy Written By A Churchyard

Elegy Written By A Churchyard

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.

churchyard

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April 29, 2014
On Death and Dying

On Death and Dying

angel

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.


On Death and Dying

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April 25, 2014
Hamnet

Hamnet http://wp.me/s4ctFT-hamnet

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.

 

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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…

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April 14, 2014
"I go to seek a Great Perhaps."

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.

April 12, 2014
Death and the Bible

Death and the Bible

William Blake's  “Ancient of Days”

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…

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March 25, 2014
The Dead and the Living

The Dead and the Living

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.

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January 12, 2014
Yeah, this is my approach. Just take Death for a fun ride once and awhile.

Yeah, this is my approach. Just take Death for a fun ride once and awhile.

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October 27, 2013
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
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.

The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The Original Edition

full poem and audio of Thomas’ dramatic reading style

October 17, 2013
John Updike making me think about death and the afterlife rather late at night

John Updike making me think about death and the afterlife rather late at night

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September 30, 2013

on this day, back in 1955, James Dean

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July 29, 2013
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.”

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.”

July 19, 2013
sex and death - of course, in another film it was Love & Death

sex and death - of course, in another film it was Love & Death

July 2, 2013
It was on this day (7/2/61) that Ernest Hemingway committed suicide in Ketchum, Idaho. He’d had trouble writing and had been working on a long novel called The Sea Book. The writing was difficult and he only published a section under the title The Old Man and the Sea (1952).
Despite the fact that the book was well reviewed and won the Pulitzer Prize, he was disappointed with himself for only being able to finish that short novella.

 LIFE.com presents pictures of Hemingway in Cuba in 1952 — and the unsettling, untold story behind Alfred Eisenstaedt’s photos.  (Alfred Eisenstaedt—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

It was on this day (7/2/61) that Ernest Hemingway committed suicide in Ketchum, Idaho. He’d had trouble writing and had been working on a long novel called The Sea Book. The writing was difficult and he only published a section under the title The Old Man and the Sea (1952).

Despite the fact that the book was well reviewed and won the Pulitzer Prize, he was disappointed with himself for only being able to finish that short novella.

 LIFE.com presents pictures of Hemingway in Cuba in 1952 — and the unsettling, untold story behind Alfred Eisenstaedt’s photos.  (Alfred Eisenstaedt—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

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April 30, 2013
"Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them."

— reading Edgar Allan Poe at 2 am

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