death

death

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can’t go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they’re covered with soil or stones?

When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can’t go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they’re covered with soil or stones?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cosily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cosily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Suicide is an attack on society--an attack on its omnipotence, on its denial of death, and on its own despair.

Suicide is an attack on society--an attack on its omnipotence, on its denial of death, and on its own despair.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.

It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;And, looking over the hills, I mournThe darling who shall not return.

The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;And, looking over the hills, I mournThe darling who shall not return.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If I should go before the rest of youBreak not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

If I should go before the rest of youBreak not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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