Posts Tagged: death
Henry Stewart waxes nostalgic on Ray Bradbury for Electric Literature—he points at coming of age, the lessons we learn, and how the whole of life can be found in The Martian Chronicles....more
To an outside observer, it might appear that my father approached death the same way he did life: With a heavy hand and a critical gaze. It may seem like his pride and stubbornness made something difficult — dying — harder than it already was.
In “Changeling,” Stephen Policoff uses serendipitous advice and the paintings of “mad artist” Richard Dadd to unlock the secret to writing about bereavement and the special role of a father as caretaker....more
(adj.); gloomy, morose, or morbid; bad-tempered, irritable; from the Latin agra bili(s) (“black bile”)
“Caleb stopped, massaged, then stopped again, as though he felt something under the skin. ‘Too big to be a morphine pump,’ he said cheerfully. At 32 years old, fresh-faced and boyishly handsome, he looks less like an undertaker than like the member of an a cappella group.”
—Eric Puchner, from “Death Becomes Him”
When we think about places that house the dead—funeral homes, cemeteries, mortuaries and the like—atrabilious is a fitting term to describe the kind of aura surrounding them....more
Over at Buzzfeed, Leigh Stein paints a portrait of two lovers before the fall:
Jason and I met in 2007, at an audition for a tragedy. I was 22 and wanted the role of Medea. He was 18 and didn’t know what the play was about.
The Southern Review recently excavated a poem by Aliki Barnstone from 2002, “My Friend Steve Asks if I Believe in the Afterlife.” It begins:
When a boy delivering her eulogy / first uttered “mother,” a baby sparrow/ landed on his head .
During the last handful of years of his life my father became one of those unruly cool dads, perhaps exceptionally unruly. My sister and I had no curfews and he would congratulate us when we regaled him with stories of crazy nights out.