I think that much of this was running in background as I contemplated whether or not to attend the PS 99 reunion although I certainly anticipated that I would not it smelled like death not youth.
Sickness insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.
There are hundreds of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings around the United States and in other countries too. Wright lived into his 90s and one of his most famous buildings the Guggenheim Museum in New York was completed just before his death. Wright buildings look like Wright buildings - that is their paradox.
If we can't face death we'll never overcome it. You have to look it straight in the eye. Then you can turn around and walk back out into the light.
To a billion people around the world surviving on just a dollar a day the question of what to eat tonight is more about life and death than about recipes. The struggle of poor people around the globe weighs heavily on me especially now that I am a mother which is why I work with Oxfam.
The ideal death I think is what was the ideal Victorian death you know with your grandchildren around you a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.
Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection the past then lives in your words and you are free.
Not the torturer will scare me nor the body's final fall nor the barrels of death's rifles nor the shadows on the wall nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless unfeeling world.
Look I don't want to wax philosophic but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs you've got to jump around a lot for life is the very opposite of death and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully or you're not alive.
Death is always around the corner but often our society gives it inordinate help.