Posts tagged Death.
Life, we learn too late, is in the living, in the tissue of every day and hour
Life is all a memory, except for the one present moment that goes by so quickly you can hardly catch it going // Tennessee Williams
My Dreaming is like anyone else’s - terrible & wonderful, but without it, I would be nothing. Without the light of our dreams, how can we combat the dark? Without that light, how can we find ourselves, renew ourselves, grow in the safety of an imagined womb?
Without that light, I cannot see the reality of my life when I return to it, or the ghosts of possible change within it. Without my regular exposure to these moments within a kind of infinite, how can I be ready for whatever my death will mean - either a greater dream or a greater void. Without that little snap of closure whenever I wake, that parting, I cannot learn to love when I have it, to embrace with the full shape of my life, to treasure it, hold it lightly as something I must lose, as passing as a breath, as passing as a thought.
Radical Face // All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye)
and I have lost your face
it slips between my fingers now
and all the world is gray
as though you took the colors with you
when you went and passed away
I wanna operate from a base of hunger // no longer be ashamed and hide my // tears in shower water while I lather for pleasure
I wanna speak at an intimate decibel // with the precision of an infinite decimal // to listen up and send back a true echo // of something forever felt but never heard // I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word
This guy, Bill Thomas, has been spending the past few years perfecting suicide machines




