Where They May Be Found: The Dead

schedel

We die with the dying:See, they depart, and we go with them.We are born with the dead:See, they return, and bring us with them.--T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingOn the Streets of Cities They Once Walked"You guys mind if I pour some to dead?" he asked.  A stranger. Homeless, on the stoop of a church.His friend's aren't having it.  It's a waste of beer.  We're passers-by, lost in conversation.  But I'm no longer surprised by this stuff."Hey--you guys don't mind, right?"We turn.  I s … [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: Dionysos

Pine tree

  Under Pine, Pining Behind words are other words.  Hidden, shadowed meanings, dancing in the edges we imagine are solid, like the borders between realms.  The closer to the boundried contours of the word and not the word,  definition slips.  Define a word, de-fine, show us its edges, its limits, its end.A word means another word, but what means means?  What is the meaning of meaning? What does meaning mean?I'm not playing with you, but play with me, play with this if you've time … [Read more...]


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