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On Funerals
Aug. 13th, 2009 10:45 amFuneral cliches. The cold day, the heavy clouds and the thick wet air, taps in the distance and muffled sobs close by as the mourners (in fluttering black dresses and staid black suits) stand on the sere grass and watch the black coffin lower forevermore into the ground.
Also, graveside oaths of vengeance, and characters who fling themselves on the verdant grass (months after the funeral, when they've finally had time to process their grief) in front of the grave, and weep as though their hearts would break. (What? Their hearts aren't broken already?)
All worth avoiding. But there are others, more pernicious, which I hereby bequeath unto you.
( Evidently I've been holding this in for a while. )
***
Sorry about that. Here's are some pictures that delighted me: surrealist pictures from a children's book, Imagine a Day. They're reminiscent of Escher, except full color, and without the sometimes creepy edge of Escher.
Also, graveside oaths of vengeance, and characters who fling themselves on the verdant grass (months after the funeral, when they've finally had time to process their grief) in front of the grave, and weep as though their hearts would break. (What? Their hearts aren't broken already?)
All worth avoiding. But there are others, more pernicious, which I hereby bequeath unto you.
( Evidently I've been holding this in for a while. )
***
Sorry about that. Here's are some pictures that delighted me: surrealist pictures from a children's book, Imagine a Day. They're reminiscent of Escher, except full color, and without the sometimes creepy edge of Escher.
