tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post5930932728189534073..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Death and Sex, Tigers and Tightrope WalkersElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-12046579372789406882014-05-30T10:27:29.417-07:002014-05-30T10:27:29.417-07:00Americans in particular have a very avoidance-base...Americans in particular have a very avoidance-based relationship with death. (And due to the increased Americanization of the rest of the planet, other cultures are going the same route.) What an amazing photo!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-77259220913506577152014-05-30T07:59:39.314-07:002014-05-30T07:59:39.314-07:00I have seen a few dead folks and I'll just say...I have seen a few dead folks and I'll just say this- when people are dead, they are dead. It's sort of good to be reminded of this which can perhaps fuel more of our remembering to live while we can.<br />You sure are a good writer. Sometimes I just want to grab you, hold you at arm's length, look you in the eye and say, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT A GOOD WRITER YOU ARE?"<br />So consider that done. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-6537622008414066912014-05-30T04:16:18.014-07:002014-05-30T04:16:18.014-07:00Tori Amos sings, "Somewhere someone must know...Tori Amos sings, "Somewhere someone must know the ending". Thank you for giving living words to this feeling. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-11937731131587601072014-05-29T15:55:31.068-07:002014-05-29T15:55:31.068-07:00That this feeling is not constant is the miracle. ...That this feeling is not constant is the miracle. That and your writing. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24901696378936013702014-05-29T15:03:16.401-07:002014-05-29T15:03:16.401-07:00Speechless. In an awestruck way.Speechless. In an awestruck way.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-82626850593649194392014-05-29T14:39:04.627-07:002014-05-29T14:39:04.627-07:00What a bautiful post even if the subject is somewh...What a bautiful post even if the subject is somewhat sombre. I have never seen a dead person, either relative or strange, in my life. I had two bereavements very close to each other, a couple of years and I made the decision not to see my two dead relatives. I don't know why, maybe it was fear, maybe it was the desire to remember them as two, living, gorgeous (in the broadest sense of the word) beings.<br /><br />I can sympathise with your feelings of pacing up and down that cage. Been there myself. Ray La Montagne has just come on Radio Paradise. That usually does the trick for me.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-33805824443138287822014-05-29T14:26:01.936-07:002014-05-29T14:26:01.936-07:00I didn't have those words to describe it, but ...I didn't have those words to describe it, but I have been feeling that too. Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.com