Go son, go down to the water / And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains / The men, they are weeping too
Nick Cave, “The Weeping Song“
It’s a day for weeping, as it turns out. All over the place, so much grieving.
Lives brought up short abruptly and in shockingly public ways right in the middle of being lived, and other lives ending privately with some warning. Barely born ones touching down lightly and leaving us at once and very old ones leaving us in the arms of others they made out of their own bodies, or not.
And all of us still here at this time going on with the unfinishable project of writing the rules for grieving when grief is suddenly more than can be held in the boxes and buildings and clay cups we have made to hold all the stuff. People setting fire to things and lying down on freeways…
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