death

death

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers?

What branch does not have its leaves and which twig will not have its flowers?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We’re organisms; we’re conceived, we’re born, we live, we die, and we decay. But as we decay we feed the world of the living: plants and bugs and bacteria.

We’re organisms; we’re conceived, we’re born, we live, we die, and we decay. But as we decay we feed the world of the living: plants and bugs and bacteria.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.

Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.

A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To learn to die is to learn to live. Death is the giver of life.

To learn to die is to learn to live. Death is the giver of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.

The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he and I have worked so hard for? How do I say goodbye to all of you? How do I let go?

How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he and I have worked so hard for? How do I say goodbye to all of you? How do I let go?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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