Re: poetic death
Paul Kennedy (kennedyp@toronto.cbc.ca)
Mon, 06 Dec 1999 18:31:13 -0500 (EST)
Pass the Kool-Aid, Reverend Jones:
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> When Eurydice explores the fullness of her death,
> I hope she will not be tempted to pursue her search
> beyond the doors of the post mortem room.
>
> The only fullness I ever encountered there related
> to the extraordinary pervasiveness & sweetness of the smell
> which arises from organs which are just beginning to decay.
> What strikes one otherwise is the emptiness of everything:
> the curious emptiness of abdominal & cranial cavities before
> their freshly sliced contents are returned to them.
> That & the determined vacancy in the facial expressions
> of those present.
>
> Scottie B.
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Now, whom should we ask to compose the score.... R. Strauss, A. Berg, or the
Nine Inch Nails?
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Whoa!, Scottie... The description of the underworld that you've just begun,
takes me deeper into the depths than either Orpheus or Dostoyevsky has ever
managed--suspecting (as I do) that it's far from fiction.
I going to have to go and put on a Leonard Cohen album--since some folks
seem to think Lenny wrote the best background music for suicide, although I
know he wrote the opposite. I'm going to grab a bottle of single malt, and
open NINE STORIES to page 130 (*OSR*), whereon begins what Sonny himself
described only last week as the most affirmative prose that JDS ever
wrote.... (apologies to Sonny in advance for distorting the sense of
whatever it was that he actually DID say.)
Maybe you caught me at the wrong time of day (6:30 EST, when I should have
been home an hour ago); or the wrong time of week (Monday.... Yuck!); or the
wrong time of year (CHRISTMAS). But I think I'll have to visit the morgue
with you some other day.
Cheers (?)
Paul