"I was made to die but I'm here to stay," writes Vuong in his second collection. It's perhaps as fitting a theme as there is to be found in the collection, a work that seeks to tease beauty from violence, to find life in pain ..."
Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me. I don't feel loss or grief from the death of my parents. My father's was sudden and I did grieve some at the time. My mother's was long and drawn out and I didn't grieve at all. And all these years later I still feel nothing. I don't remember them on their birth or death dates. I don't even remember those dates. I have to look it up when I try to remember how long it's been. Life at my house was something to be got through.
Ellen -- Thank you for your honest comment. I felt profound relief when my mother died suddenly, along with unexpected grief. I felt safe for the first time in my life. When my father died in a long and drawn out way, I felt safe in a different way and felt very little grief. I'm awed by people like Ocean Vuong who experienced their mother's death in a way so unlike the way I experienced my mother's death. I'm awed by people who felt loved and appreciated by their fathers. All is not lost, though. I am learning that I can give myself what my parents couldn't give me. Oddly enough, I have felt more love and support from my parents since they died. And even more odd, I dreamed a few nights ago that my father put his arm around my shoulder in a supportive way that he never could do while he was alive.
Your parents souls loved and love you perfectly, even if their human incarnations were so bruised by living in this earth school that they could not show it in the way you needed. Ocean is a marvel to me, his book titles alone hold worlds of meaning.
Rosemarie -- Thank you so much for reminding me of my parents' souls and their love, past and present and always. Ocean gives me great hope in the present and for the future. The future is in good hands, in the hands of so many our young people -- those visible and those not so visible, working behind the scenes.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
6 comments:
What a touching and illuminating brief but spectacular moment. I loved listening to him speak of his mother and of death. Thank you for sharing this.
Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me. I don't feel loss or grief from the death of my parents. My father's was sudden and I did grieve some at the time. My mother's was long and drawn out and I didn't grieve at all. And all these years later I still feel nothing. I don't remember them on their birth or death dates. I don't even remember those dates. I have to look it up when I try to remember how long it's been. Life at my house was something to be got through.
I loved listening to Ocean talk about his mother and his poetry. It was beautiful.
Ellen -- Thank you for your honest comment. I felt profound relief when my mother died suddenly, along with unexpected grief. I felt safe for the first time in my life. When my father died in a long and drawn out way, I felt safe in a different way and felt very little grief. I'm awed by people like Ocean Vuong who experienced their mother's death in a way so unlike the way I experienced my mother's death. I'm awed by people who felt loved and appreciated by their fathers. All is not lost, though. I am learning that I can give myself what my parents couldn't give me. Oddly enough, I have felt more love and support from my parents since they died. And even more odd, I dreamed a few nights ago that my father put his arm around my shoulder in a supportive way that he never could do while he was alive.
Your parents souls loved and love you perfectly, even if their human incarnations were so bruised by living in this earth school that they could not show it in the way you needed. Ocean is a marvel to me, his book titles alone hold worlds of meaning.
Rosemarie -- Thank you so much for reminding me of my parents' souls and their love, past and present and always. Ocean gives me great hope in the present and for the future. The future is in good hands, in the hands of so many our young people -- those visible and those not so visible, working behind the scenes.
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