I hear her voice in the morning hour—she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away When I was younger, I didn't understand fully why my mother would cry when a famous musician or actor from her generation died. It's not like she ever knew them, was it?
Aug 8, 2022·edited Aug 8, 2022Liked by Josh Slocum
Grief can be caused by some form of impersonal loss. Dying actors or musicians is a direct indication that your own youth is fading and that you can never go back to how things used to be. Loss is powerful.
I deeply felt when Lou Reed and David Bowie died. Other losses not just death have affected me similarly; eg when a punk and grunge band I used to love went over to the dark side of extreme leftist politics.
You know, your words rang true for me especially today. I was on my bike, 2 blocks from home and a pickup sped through a red light, hitting a car going through the green, as I was poised to do. I'd seen the idiot speed up instead of slowing down for his red, so had gotten off my bike, scooted as far as I could. But the car he hit spun around 360 degrees and came towards me. When it didn't pin me against the brick wall I'd scrambled towards, which would have killed me, I've no doubt, I was suddenly so grateful to be alive. You'd be proud, I yelled at the driver, who was apparently texting when his light changed. It's been an oddly calm day. Saw a Monarch in the garden. Just, normal. The end was a real kicker--a "non-binary" (the kind with double mastectomy, obviously a former lesbian) approached me after giving the police officer my witness statement. After a glance gave me all the info I needed, I sped away on my bike in another direction, my legs still shaking. She didn't deserve a second of my brain space. Ute Heggen, (seeing everything normal with new eyes)
Grief can be caused by some form of impersonal loss. Dying actors or musicians is a direct indication that your own youth is fading and that you can never go back to how things used to be. Loss is powerful.
I deeply felt when Lou Reed and David Bowie died. Other losses not just death have affected me similarly; eg when a punk and grunge band I used to love went over to the dark side of extreme leftist politics.
This is perfect. Thank-you.
You know, your words rang true for me especially today. I was on my bike, 2 blocks from home and a pickup sped through a red light, hitting a car going through the green, as I was poised to do. I'd seen the idiot speed up instead of slowing down for his red, so had gotten off my bike, scooted as far as I could. But the car he hit spun around 360 degrees and came towards me. When it didn't pin me against the brick wall I'd scrambled towards, which would have killed me, I've no doubt, I was suddenly so grateful to be alive. You'd be proud, I yelled at the driver, who was apparently texting when his light changed. It's been an oddly calm day. Saw a Monarch in the garden. Just, normal. The end was a real kicker--a "non-binary" (the kind with double mastectomy, obviously a former lesbian) approached me after giving the police officer my witness statement. After a glance gave me all the info I needed, I sped away on my bike in another direction, my legs still shaking. She didn't deserve a second of my brain space. Ute Heggen, (seeing everything normal with new eyes)