I love Banksy. If I actually knew him, I would buy him a drink.
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In a post on Tumblr, Jennifer Palmer wrote:
“You’re trying so hard to understand 9-11 that you’re missing the whole point: 9-11 is about not understanding. It’s about how real change has very little to do with so-called progress.”
“But what if there’s a way to stop the next one?” I said, “What if we’re being given clues that will give us more time so that we could go to the media and hit the internets and let everybody know? Don’t we have an obligation to find out as much as we can?”
“The only obligation we have in this life is to die.”
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The North Carolina Museum of Art had a Still Life exhibition last winter and I learned a new word. It is vanitas. Vanitas “allude to the transience of life.” They, frequently, have fruit (sometimes beginning to spoil), flowers (sometimes beginning to lose petals), butterflies, musical allusions, bones, time pieces. Some were lavish bouquets of flowers that would never have stayed fresh long enough to be painted, or simply didn’t bloom in the same season.
One piece I found to be particularly clever had fruit and flowers that would never be present together. They are seasonally incompatible. (You have to know some about what produces when for that one to make sense. It would have worked better for people who grew their own food than the denizens of supermarkets. I’m not sure my son knows that grapes and tulips don’t go together.)
I like the more subtle vanitas, the ones you have to be paying attention to recognize.
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Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.it is perfect.


