dismantle the sun
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
~W.H. Auden
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RIP Kurt Vonnegut. So it goes.
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miriam_heddy made a thoughtful post about how hard it is to explain fannish friendships, and yet how meaningful they are to us. She says, I like to think that, as fluid and unusual as our relationships are here in fandom, they are also valuable even if they fail to fit into the neat categories that describe RL.
I think that, too.
She also suggests a meme:
In memory of those we've lost, find a fan who isn't your bestest friend, who isn't in your closest clique, who you may never have seen in person, but who still means something important to you. Tell that person today, or this week (and don't stop telling them) what they bring to your life, and to the life of this community.
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
~W.H. Auden
***
RIP Kurt Vonnegut. So it goes.
***
miriam_heddy made a thoughtful post about how hard it is to explain fannish friendships, and yet how meaningful they are to us. She says, I like to think that, as fluid and unusual as our relationships are here in fandom, they are also valuable even if they fail to fit into the neat categories that describe RL.
I think that, too.
She also suggests a meme:
In memory of those we've lost, find a fan who isn't your bestest friend, who isn't in your closest clique, who you may never have seen in person, but who still means something important to you. Tell that person today, or this week (and don't stop telling them) what they bring to your life, and to the life of this community.
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