The dead are celebrated. The dead are loved. They give something to the living. Once you put something into the ground, Doctor, you always know where to find it.
Téa ObrehtThe dead are celebrated. The dead are loved. They give something to the living. Once you put something into the ground, Doctor, you always know where to find it."
I wan to say to him, the living are celebrated too, and loved. But this has gone on long enough, and he seems to think so too.
To me, the persistence of my grandfather's rituals meant that he was unchanged, running on discipline and continuance and stoicism. I didn't notice, and didn't realize, that the rituals themselves were changing, that there was a difference between the rituals of comfort and the preventive rituals that come at the end of life.
Téa ObrehtMy mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.
Téa ObrehtPeople become very upset,' Gavo tells me, 'when they find out they are going to die'
. . .
'They behave very strangely,' he says. 'They are suddenly filled with life. Suddenly they want to fight for things, ask questions. They want to throw hot water in your face, or beat you senseless with an umbrella, or hit you in the head with a rock. Suddenly they remember the things they have to do, people they have forgotten.
Stichwörter: death
By the time I got to high school, I had learned to be more cautious about revealing my dreams. I was reading—and therefore writing—adventure stories. This was before I’d read Isak Dinesen and Mikhail Bulgakov, before Ernest Hemingway and T. Coraghessan Boyle, before I’d read something and really felt it, when writing was still just a compulsion, and my teen-age brain was only bordering on sentience. I filled pages of white space with swashbuckling, rapier-wielding, sidekick-sacrificing, dragon-baiting romance.
(from 'High-School Confidential' in the The New Yorker.)
But children die how they have been living-with hope. They don't what is happening, so they expect nothing, they don't ask you to hold their hand-but you end up needing them to hold yours.
Téa ObrehtYears of fighting, andm before that, a lifetime on the cusp of it. Conflict we didn't understand...had been at the center of everything.
Téa ObrehtNo matter how grave the secret, how imperative absolute silence, someone would always feel the urge to confess, and an unleashed secret is a terrible force.
Téa ObrehtStichwörter: secrets facts-of-life
These stories run like secret rivers through all the other stories of his life.
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