Thursday, July 22, 2010
Conclusion
What it boils down to, really, is that we need to sing.
The sooner we start, the happier we will be.
The best death is a song on the lips.
The saddest is a live mouth stopped with dust.
(first publication)
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Wow!! I feel sometimes like a live mouth full of dust! Happily there are few sources of fresh water to clean up the dust,it is that source where your words begin,like a brisk,fresh mountain water,passing the greenest moss on the stones! You see,Im not good with words,so thank you for this, simply stunning it is!
Aleksandra
According to Peter Ackroyd's biography, "On the day of his death, Blake worked relentlessly on his Dante series. Eventually, it is reported, he ceased working and turned to his wife, who was in tears by his bedside. Beholding her, Blake is said to have cried, 'Stay Kate! Keep just as you are – I will draw your portrait – for you have ever been an angel to me.' Having completed this portrait (now lost), Blake laid down his tools and began to sing hymns and verses. At six that evening, after promising his wife that he would be with her always, Blake died." I can't imagine a finer exit.
death is a part of life, the end, must be, I wish to me to die with a brush in my hand and in front of a canvas already finished... but the true is that i wish to me also to die very very old...
like always William your blog is a great treasure thank you realy for this
ps:
I like to say one more thing:
"The sooner we start, the happier we will be"
this is so true William...
chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup i could go on forever
At the terminus, i sing..
All we are is dust in the wind.
Aleksandra, you are much better at words than you think! Thank you for your beautiful comment.
Joe, I remember reading about this somewhere. I’m touched that you’re reminded of it now and that you added it here. Thanks!
Laura, with your wonderful gift, I hope you hold onto that brush of yours for a long, long time yet. Thanks, as always, for your kind, inspiring words.
Donna, you are quite welcome to continue as far as I’m concerned....
Kansas.... So it is, Willy, and that’s a good song to sing....
this is so very uplifting, singing to our final minutes, collectively.
~robert
Singing as a way of life.... Thanks, Robert.
Love the imagery! Yes, to live to the fullest means finding our voice and using it!
So true, Artscapes. Thank you!
how well you sing, William :-)
yes, if i must die (or be so certain), i may as well sing!
Thanks, Regina. Certainly uncertainty is certain. Or something like that....
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