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In my utopia
you belong in
a Schoenberg's song
in a medieval adventure
a B movie
about a girl.
And I'll never forgive you
the drawn death on the wooden floor.
You shouldn't have died like that
without at least some music
a volatile scream
in the echo of a guitar.
Dumb dumb dumb.
I'll never forgive you
but I'm not that angry any more.
Happiness is a very cold gun.
Come as you are. Stay awhile.
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 17 years agosuch a bittersweet tribute to a musician I admire so much.
ps, congrats on the E
:)
maria
KOLKOREover 17 years agoAs a reaction to a personal loss or to loosing a spiritual/
Inspirational person or a group of people, we find that a protective image we had which surrounded both ourselves and the person who died hade been shattered. We build that screen, mostly unknowingly, and it protects us from the face of death itself, as naked of meaning hopes and with no personal story attached to it.
Some who face loss can be outraged by the fact that the person they lost was stripped from the protective image they created and in doing so have robbed them from the same.
Coming back to accept memories as such is forgiving the dead for leaving us, and holding on to what they left with us.
What a eulogy!
Anonymousover 17 years agoback in 94
grunge was king and
they were god
the breakthrough
happened like a bolt
of lightning
and struck him down like
a lone tree.
flannels and
rainy weather
the bridge in
aberdeen, i sat under
one year later
smoking weed as a
tribute to nirvana.
curt
