nothingness: death

Richard Brignoli, in memoriam, February 14, 2012

Richard Brignoli and Schatzi the Rosens' dachshund by Susan Rosen, July 1961, Canterbury, Connecticut

“Death is total absence, you said. Yes and no. You are not absent so long as you are in my head. That of course, is not what you meant; you were thinking of the extinction of the flesh. But it is true; I preserve you, as others will preserve me. For a while.”

Penelope Lively, Moon Tiger, Penguin Books, 1987, p. 206

The stormy, deadly passage; home, a haven of love and comfort where Richard died in the arms of his dear wife Lynn Brignoli

The Life Cycle: youth, maturity, old age, near death

the death of love, whatever that is

Bess and I witness a "homicide"; or Nature's antipathies

Walking in the Commons this afternoon 3 January, 2011, Bess and I became aware, Bess first, of a commotion; as we approached a hawk flew off, holding a squirrel in its talons. The bird had torn the poor creature's thorax and tore out two organs. Interrupted it left the heart and liver behind as it took flight with its booty. Bess was not allowed to approach the remains.