Tag Archives: Death

My Friend Asha told me about 2 Deaths

Asha told me about her father dying in India: “My father was killed in a car accident. A truck ran into his car and ripped off the top. There are no driving laws in India. The truck driver ran away. … Continue reading

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Tarot # 61 : XIII Death, the dance of interruption and transformation

The Universe is Change; every Change is the effect of an Act of Love; all Acts of Love contain pure joy.  Die daily. Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: behold all opposites as necessary complements, … Continue reading

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Dead Man: Death, Poetry, and Music in the old west.

Jim Jarmusch’s  movie Dead Man is a blending of surreal scenes, beautifully understated acting, and the haunting music of Neil Young’s solo guitar, and it tells the story of William Blake, an accountant from Ohio, who comes to the edge of … Continue reading

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Irrigation Canal Codex by Luis Alberto Urrea

Originally posted on synthetic zerØ:
Y los muchachos cling to the cantina’s jukebox heart, sing: we never go nowhere we never see nothing but work: these fingers bleed every daylong day, aching from la joda of the harvest– y la…

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Pieces of my date book journal experiment of last summer. June 2012 I have no idea how to write in this small space, but I am sure something will occur to me.   I talked with a man today about … Continue reading

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