The Cruelty Of Peace

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  • lucylespian
    lucylespian Posts: 2,403
    my nanna just died(she was almost 94) and though my reaction(or lack there of) somewhat perplexes me, i do feel a calmness. i think it's in knowing that my life will also end one day. and that is a day i hold no grudge against. though i'm not exactly holding my arms wide beckoning it closer either.

    Dear Cate, may I shed some light on your perplexity ?
    There are 4 stages to the grieving process. Denial, anger, bargaining and acceptance.
    The first 3 are stages of mental discomfort or unease.
    Acceptance is the place where we find mental ease, or comfort.
    When your Nana died at age 94, you moved easily to acceptance (which is not the same as approval), as is fitting as the circle closes.
    So don't feel callous or unfeeling, you have just let it be about our Nana, and not about you. She is at peace and so are you !!
    Music is not a competetion.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    This place sucks.
  • yiorgis
    yiorgis Posts: 34
    Sorry to here about that,my name is George I
    am from Greece.And i thought that we were the only country that we we have so much fucked up hospitals.I hope and i believe that your sister will find a solution to her health problem.Keep hope alive
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,389
    Let your froth corrupted lungs cry out
    rattlings of a cliched death, then rise up
    like Eva Braun in paraffin, without
    a fascist daddy lover boy to cup
    you in the flames of eagle-circled bone embracings.
    My half-Jew eyes, crow-eaten, know the tracings
    of your lipgloss bunker mouthy pouts
    and Axis fantasies of classic doom.
    Wagnerian, drenched in the splashing gouts
    of bluey blood, so masterful. This room,
    this skull, this temple of my memory
    is rooted like the long forgotten tree
    near ashen pond flush, where my family
    was drowned to make your deathly fantasy.
    See, this is the Fins I know. That earlier piece startled me. I didn't know if something was wrong. You wrote that your sister's illness was separate from that piece, but to change your writing style that much, I thought something awful must have happened. It's like changing your religion or something.

    I hope your sister feels better, and gets better. . .


    and that the doctor donates ear plugs for you and your family.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • This place sucks.

    a couple of pints
    s'm smokes
    an' elbows, eh?
    smiles and isles, l'ev
    smiles and isles


    :D

  • interesting line....sorry to here about your sister
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key