28 December 2004

the bodies stack up

when there is so much death I can't handle it. maybe that's why I'm so curious abt the fate of photographer Fernando Bengochea. an individual with a face & a history is a path to coping with the loss of more than 59000 lives.

& as so often happens once I begin to think abt it death invades every moment. I found some old journal entries in a file & there was the story of the death by fire of young poet Doug Baird in 1986. then to some poetry blogs & there was David Trinidad's poem abt Rachel Sherwood.

it's always everywhere but some days I can dance with death then go on to do the dishes while other days it holds me so tight I struggle for breath.

1 comment:

jeff w said...

Rx:
Mahler's Third Symphony
Solti or Bernstein