Grief is…

“Grief felt fourth-dimensional, abstract, faintly familiar. I was cold.” Grief feels multi-dimensional, concrete, and terribly familiar. I am cold. Always cold. “But, I thought, in support of myself, everything has changed, and she is gone and I can think what I like.” Yes, everything has changed. He is gone. But I can’t think what I […]

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In Liverpool

I remember saying in one my posts, I guess in Black, that I will keep going back to writing about, or getting help from music. Particular songs. The song of the day, of that day. Sometimes the song itself is the source of inspiration. At other times, I have something to write about in mind, […]

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“The five stages of grief”, developed by the Swiss-American psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book “On Death and Dying”, is one of the most well-known analytical frameworks of modern psychology. Based on Kübler-Ross’ comprehensive fieldwork on terminally ill patients, the model originally aimed to understand how people cope with death, and not grief per […]

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It doesn’t feel like anything else. I feel like someone who has been unconscious for years and has suddenly woken up to another reality, another world I am unfamiliar with. As everything else is so new, so alien – and since I cannot remember the past – I don’t now know what to do, or […]

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Not think of God

“— What were you thinking about, child? — I was thinking of heaven. — It’s unnecessary for you to think of heaven: there’s already enough to consider about earth. Are you tired of living, you who have barely been born? — No, but everyone prefers heaven to earth. — Well, not I. For since heaven, […]

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In silence, poetry (re)unites…

2. the truth – don’t they say? – is painful
 and needs, you know, your blood
 needs your wounds 
only through these will the life you sought in vain pass – if it ever does pass through – 
together with the wind’s whistling and ghosts   To the one stranded on an island, sharing a […]

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Polluted by memories

Like everyone else, I have favourite movies, directors, writers, songs and song writers, and I keep returning to them in a cyclical way, not regularly, without following a particular routine, but often enough to discern a pattern. If you happen to know me in real life or follow this blog, you must have already noticed […]

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Questions about dying

I have never heard of Cory Taylor, the Australian author who died of melanoma on July 5, 2016, until I read the excerpt from her last book, Dying: A Memoir in The New Yorker. I remember reading the excerpt about six months ago, mesmerized, and yet – or precisely because I was mesmerized – I […]

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