"[T]he beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."
~ Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
"Grief itself is transformative. It is a process of disassembly. The bereaved must let go of the selves they were, as well as the loved ones they have lost. The dreams we have while grieving are an important part of that process."
~ Rebecca Cathcart, "Winding Through 'Big Dreams' Are the Threads of Our Lives" (NYT, 7/3/07)
Q: What is the privilege of the dead?
A: To die no more.
~ Jean-Luc Godard's Alphaville
Elegiac Stanza on a Photograph of
Ethel Rosenberg in Her Kitchen
It sits on top my desk, but it is faced
So that the sun will not cause it to fade:
The photographs we save are like the taste
Of honey on a sharpened razor blade.
~ John A. Wood
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