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I cannot omit his praise.

  • Jul. 6th, 2008 at 4:05 PM
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Thomas M. Disch killed himself at his New York apartment, July 4th.

Hail and farewell.

I will have more to say later, I'm sure -- I'm still reeling, somewhat.  But for now, I'll let him speak for himself:

Entropic Villanelle


Things break down in different ways.
The odds say croupiers will win.
We can't, for that, omit their praise.

I have had heartburn several days,
And it's ten years since I've been thin.
Things break down in different ways.

Green is the lea and smooth as baize
Where witless sheep crop jessamine
(We can't, for that, omit their praise),

And meanwhile melanomas graze
Upon the meadows of the skin
(Things break down in different ways).

Though apples spoil, and meat decays,
And teeth erode like aspirin,
We can't, for that, omit their praise.

The odds still favor croupiers,
But give the wheel another spin.
Things break down in different ways:
We can't, for that, omit their praise.

Comments

[info]wordweaverlynn wrote:
Jul. 6th, 2008 11:19 pm (UTC)
I knew you'd be upset by this -- you were almost the first person I thought of when I heard the news.

I loved his writing.
[info]gramina wrote:
Jul. 6th, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
I've been thinking of you since I heard; thank you for posting this.
[info]pocketnaomi wrote:
Jul. 7th, 2008 01:56 am (UTC)
Ouch. I'd heard he had died, but not how. I'm so sorry.
[info]elisem wrote:
Jul. 7th, 2008 02:00 am (UTC)
Thank you for that poem.

*hugs offered*
[info]meowse wrote:
Jul. 7th, 2008 08:30 am (UTC)
Thank you for the poem. I wasn't at all familiar with Thomas Disch's work.

Now that I am, I have something I can mourn. Thank you.
[info]manomano wrote:
Jul. 7th, 2008 06:42 pm (UTC)
Wow, I had no idea he died. I'm so sorry!