Sunday, August 22, 2004

Absurd is the automobile accident

Nothing is as absurd as a automobile accident. (And to think Camus had to end his life as such too) Sometimes, the very thought of how crossing the road or riding a car can change your life forever, just constricts the world around you to this line of absurdity upon your life threads upon. Such brevity upon which mortality imposes itself upon you again, and where you question meaning and purpose all over again.

People have died because of the recklessness of others who they barely know, people had to suffer the rest of their lives disfigured or disabled just for that moment of carelessness of someone at the wheels. What is more cruel. This moment here, we can either flung our arms in despair and cry upon the misfortunes fate has decreed upon us, or one can choose to live as you want to and to grasp with both hands, all that you believe in. We all know at the bottom of our hearts or minds, it is Carpe Diem, but it is living to it, thats tough.

To embracing life and everything and everyone most dear and most near, around you and I.


Precision
Laurie Duesing

The day you flew in perfect arc
from your motorcycle was the same day
I broke the perfect formation of your women
at the railing, leaving behind
your grandmother and mother, to run
and jump the fence. The stop watch hanging
from my neck, suspended between gravity
and momentum, swung its perfect pendulum.
All our motion was brought to conclusion
by your broken body at rest
on the ground. Your breath never rose
to the oxygen placed on your face
and your heart never rallied
to the arms pressing your chest.
You wore the perfect clothes:
the ashy grey of death.


At the hospital they said your failure to survive
was complete. Though I never saw
the neck you perfectly broke or your body
cleanly draped by a sheet, I did see
your dead face bruising up at me
and for lack of something to touch,
I touched the stop watch
which had not died.
If any nurse or doctor had asked,
I could have told, exactly,
to the hundreths of seconds, how long
it had been since I'd seen you alive.



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