I decided to post a poem by Emily Dickinson in reaction to the google ads on our blog about death and cleaning up after a death?
Death is a dialogue between
The spirt and the dust.
“Dissolve”, says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
– Emily Dickinson
and while I am on the subject of “dust”
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I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind [Now] Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Lyrics from the song “Dust in the wind” by Kansas
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– posted by Dustyn “the wind” Bork
1 response so far ↓
mkwick // January 24, 2008 at 2:05 pm
Yeah, the feeds on the right are for general news, even the onion. Death and cleaning up? God, I saw some gruesome photos after some recent suicide bombers. The notion of flux and temporal existence in work is a good one. I think this ties in well with Dustyns use of trash, recycling?
Misha also uses recycling in a sense, as well as Markus. Man this is going to be a good project.
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