In response to From Negotiating With The Dead by Margaret Atwood As a human being, particularly as a human being from a part of the world where your real “roots” are never really known to you, I’ve spent years of my life considering where I belong and why I wasn’t born into that place…and why I still haven’t found this mythical place. I don’t have the answers to those questions. I am both enraged and indifferent to the idea that I may never know. But I do know from where I come, at least from where I come starting around age 3-7, and, for the most part, I know where I’ve been in these more than 40 years now. I have memories and feelings about those memories. They are ordinary to me and exotic to others, but they definitely drive the way I choose in life, so they also drive what […]
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Death masks have been around for a while and have different presentations depending on the period and the culture. My first encounter with them were the white plaster versions, from a time well before mine. At first encounter they were creepy, but as I looked more closely at them, I found their beauty. They were not “dressed” with anything at all, no makeup, no emotion. They were just the discarded shell of the discarded shell. How can that not be heartbreakingly beautiful? I always wanted to go back and see if their grandchildren resembled the mask, but I never did. Some mysteries are best left in the head.