November 15, 2002

  • Did you all know that toreibjo is back? (Well, as back as any of us be!)  And he's writing about death (no, not seanmeister's sweetie).


    In his book, Good Faeries, Bad Faeries, Brian Froud depicts Death as 'just another' faerie, unpreferred, amongst a torrent that frolic in and haunt our world.


    I see Death as natural as having sex. (Which I haven't had for a remarkable spell, so maybe Death will leave me alone, too?)


    Do posts on blogs die as they get swept into the past?  Here's one from a year ago:


    There’s not an enemy that can do me harm:
    I alone enable, empower, ennoble
    (or drag myself salaciously down). 
    So it’s always been—shall it always be?
    Or have I missed the subtle signs
    of an ominous, incorporate malignancy?


    Why is it I always surge
    beyond the restrictions I find erected?
    Never yielding to merely hold and protect
    that which clearly’s found as mine—
    Bounding instead headstrong against time
    again and again and again?


    Countless are the secrets of my youth interred
    in a haze of non-consciousness
    —as if time capsules waiting to be exhumed.
    If only now I can again trick the trickster Death
    and dance down that rejuvenating gauntlet of doom.


    Oh yes, it is a good day to die.  But a much better day to live.  So live.  So love.

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