"We are gathered here"
"Everyone you have ever known will die. And so will you.
And yet we dance in the looming shadows of mortality, we dance and we talk and we eat and we argue. We read books. We care for people. We buy houses. We plant trees and we start to drive and we learn how to make milk frothy. Because something, somewhere in the middle of it all has to matter. As our seconds and minutes and days slip by, something has to be important. And who are we to giggle and point and sneer at what others have found to care about? Who is to say what is beneath us, what is not worthy of our hearts?
Everybody needs something to hold when it gets dark, so who am I, who are any of us to point at anything and call it facile or redundant or stupid or rubbish?
Even when it quite clearly is."
Daniel Kitson was looking slimmer and had shorter hair when we saw him in Bristol on Sunday night.
The central figure of his performance was his Auntie Angela who died at the beginning of the year.
He perfectly put across how the death of someone we love makes us reflect on their lives and our lives... and how we must make the most of our time together.
And yet we dance in the looming shadows of mortality, we dance and we talk and we eat and we argue. We read books. We care for people. We buy houses. We plant trees and we start to drive and we learn how to make milk frothy. Because something, somewhere in the middle of it all has to matter. As our seconds and minutes and days slip by, something has to be important. And who are we to giggle and point and sneer at what others have found to care about? Who is to say what is beneath us, what is not worthy of our hearts?
Everybody needs something to hold when it gets dark, so who am I, who are any of us to point at anything and call it facile or redundant or stupid or rubbish?
Even when it quite clearly is."
Daniel Kitson was looking slimmer and had shorter hair when we saw him in Bristol on Sunday night.
The central figure of his performance was his Auntie Angela who died at the beginning of the year.
He perfectly put across how the death of someone we love makes us reflect on their lives and our lives... and how we must make the most of our time together.
posted by Jill at 8:11 pm
1 Comments:
this isn't really to the point, but your posting reminded of it: from a bit of dialogue from an Upstairs/Downstairs episode:
"I sometimes wish we lived in something-or-other B.C., when a man and woman would get together just to stop from being afraid of the dark."
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
"........sometimes.......aren't you?"
-hank
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