This is such a morbidly good idea and reminds me of the Stoics who say that we need to think about our deaths regularly. Also, your writing shines as usual.
I'm at the age where it becomes more unreal especially at the age of 77 with diabetes ( trying to control a ravaging sweettooth (bad combos of icecream and Lorna Doones); ; and as of a yearan a half ago beginning onset Alzheimer's allthough I can remember much of my past. My long-term memory is excellent but the short term memory has so many gaps the clothing store has made me an honorary bored member. This has happened before and doctor told me to exercize more.
WHAT WOULD I DO? Hole up and finish about four writing projects on a trilogy of novels about Brooklyn during the McCarthy period, an finish my extended reading lists of fine of fine fiction and poetry from all over the world available if you email meat erbrill69@gmail.com.. Thankss.
so lucid and crystalline, like a river the way rivers used to be, pure emerald, or pure dark turquoise
with perfect calm poise
and a sense of the impossibility that such rivers wink and whisper, "Enjoy"
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This: "In the great warming and silencing and browning that is happening all around us, is there space, still, for those little green frogs?" We call them tree frogs here, and they are such a delight. We are no longer children so we don't try to capture them (unless they get into our house and then, quick, quick, swoop it up and put it in a safe, leafy place in the backyard). I don't know that they are a harbinger, but we notice their absence so much that when we do see one now, we feel relieved, at least for a brief time.
I like this exercise of thinking one only has six months to live. I don't see it as morbid. Death is inevitable. We will all die eventually, some much too soon. Perhaps if everyone tried this exercise, people would be more accepting of death as a part of life, more appreciative of life as it happens. Some people my age (65) have a "bucket list," things they must do before they die. I don't have one. Perhaps in response to the unexpected deaths of my sisters, I'm doing just the opposite. I just want to enjoy life as it is right now and feel, that if I was to die tomorrow, it would be okay. Although it would also be okay if my death doesn't occur for a good long while ;-)
What an amazing way to think about life. I fear if I tried that now, with a husband and two kids it would wreck me. But, then again isn’t that the point if the exercise?
This is such a morbidly good idea and reminds me of the Stoics who say that we need to think about our deaths regularly. Also, your writing shines as usual.
I too remember the tiny green frogs of childhood.
I'm at the age where it becomes more unreal especially at the age of 77 with diabetes ( trying to control a ravaging sweettooth (bad combos of icecream and Lorna Doones); ; and as of a yearan a half ago beginning onset Alzheimer's allthough I can remember much of my past. My long-term memory is excellent but the short term memory has so many gaps the clothing store has made me an honorary bored member. This has happened before and doctor told me to exercize more.
WHAT WOULD I DO? Hole up and finish about four writing projects on a trilogy of novels about Brooklyn during the McCarthy period, an finish my extended reading lists of fine of fine fiction and poetry from all over the world available if you email meat erbrill69@gmail.com.. Thankss.
I was relieved. I had this sinking suspicion that Lily was not going to make it out of your lovely vignette alive. Now she’s immortal.
Gosh, this is lovely.
so lucid and crystalline, like a river the way rivers used to be, pure emerald, or pure dark turquoise
with perfect calm poise
and a sense of the impossibility that such rivers wink and whisper, "Enjoy"
This comment announcement has been brung to you via Brooklyn Remarxks/clerk Ernie Brill by Non Neurotic/Non Seamyotics Inck/ Whereabouts and Thereabouts United Coalitions, 413-320-1807
This: "In the great warming and silencing and browning that is happening all around us, is there space, still, for those little green frogs?" We call them tree frogs here, and they are such a delight. We are no longer children so we don't try to capture them (unless they get into our house and then, quick, quick, swoop it up and put it in a safe, leafy place in the backyard). I don't know that they are a harbinger, but we notice their absence so much that when we do see one now, we feel relieved, at least for a brief time.
I like this exercise of thinking one only has six months to live. I don't see it as morbid. Death is inevitable. We will all die eventually, some much too soon. Perhaps if everyone tried this exercise, people would be more accepting of death as a part of life, more appreciative of life as it happens. Some people my age (65) have a "bucket list," things they must do before they die. I don't have one. Perhaps in response to the unexpected deaths of my sisters, I'm doing just the opposite. I just want to enjoy life as it is right now and feel, that if I was to die tomorrow, it would be okay. Although it would also be okay if my death doesn't occur for a good long while ;-)
What an amazing way to think about life. I fear if I tried that now, with a husband and two kids it would wreck me. But, then again isn’t that the point if the exercise?
Dazed by desire, dazzled into hoarding those tiny frogs, and to what end? Momentarily suffused with emerald joys.
And just as fleeting a desire, to momentously imagine the end, when all that was needed was a slower pace and a closer look.
We are never quite as hungry as we feel, nor in such precise ways.
lovely. I admire your work very much.