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| Calendar caption from my friend Megan: "The robin's egg!
A good find but a sad outcome for that baby chick! George Saunders: " . . . nobody knows why death happens. It's not bad. But it's not great. . . . What are we to make of death? How are we to live in a world where death is king?" ~from The Braindead Megaphone, 181, 182 |
for sharing this diaglogue,
perfect for All Souls, Día de Los Muertos,
Memorial Day, Ash Wednesday:
ESTRAGON: All the dead voices.
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like wings.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Like sand.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
Silence.
VLADIMIR: They all speak at once.
ESTRAGON: Each one to itself.
Silence.
VLADIMIR: Rather they whisper.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
VLADIMIR: They murmur.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
Silence.
VLADIMIR: What do they say?
ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives.
VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.
VLADIMIR: To be dead is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: It is not sufficient.
Silence.
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like feathers.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Likes ashes.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
from Waiting for Godot (Act 2, lines 98-118, emphasis added)
by Samuel Beckett (1906 - 1989)
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Quoted before ~ but here it is ~ again,
because Vladimir and Estragon are true to one another:
“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
~ by Matthew Arnold ~
~from the poem “Dover Beach” ~
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More Lenten Readings
from two of my constants,
shedding a brilliant light on the darkling plain:
Ashes
from Duo Dickinson's series for the season:
Connection in Isolation
&
Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber
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