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fieryrogue: Adam Cook died early Sunday morning in Terre Haute, Indiana, after an 11-year struggle with cancer. He was... too young.
Am heartbroken for David, who somehow had the stones to show up at the Race for Hope in Washington DC this morning, and speak in his brother's memory. Maybe it helps him, getting the word out there and going about his day job? But with such sheer courage.
No words but Neruda's (from Sonnet 94):
If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you awake the fury of the pale and the cold.
From south to south, raise up your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun, sound your guitar's mouth.
I don't want them to waver, your laugh nor your steps.
I don't want it to die, my legacy of laughter.
Don't call to my breast. I'm gone!
Live in my absence as though in a house.
So grand a house, this absence,
that you'll pass into it through the walls,
and hang its paintings on the air.
So transparent a house, this absence,
that, lifeless, I'll yet see you live.
And should you suffer, my love, I'll die once more.
Stay strong, babe; sound your guitar. For all of us.
fieryrogue: Adam Cook died early Sunday morning in Terre Haute, Indiana, after an 11-year struggle with cancer. He was... too young. Am heartbroken for David, who somehow had the stones to show up at the Race for Hope in Washington DC this morning, and speak in his brother's memory. Maybe it helps him, getting the word out there and going about his day job? But with such sheer courage.
No words but Neruda's (from Sonnet 94):
If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you awake the fury of the pale and the cold.
From south to south, raise up your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun, sound your guitar's mouth.
I don't want them to waver, your laugh nor your steps.
I don't want it to die, my legacy of laughter.
Don't call to my breast. I'm gone!
Live in my absence as though in a house.
So grand a house, this absence,
that you'll pass into it through the walls,
and hang its paintings on the air.
So transparent a house, this absence,
that, lifeless, I'll yet see you live.
And should you suffer, my love, I'll die once more.
Stay strong, babe; sound your guitar. For all of us.
