:lobster: Dear friends of a cold and fiesty #mourning,
Definitely frosty here. Car across the road is frozen to #Daath. Rigour #Mortician has set in. I had a breakfast swiss platt and #porridge, pot of tea and am warmed up by #peoples #kindness to demon #lobsters and other #nuaghtinesses.
Here are some obvious FAQs for thee:
- a wing and a prayer is how the fediverse works
- we are not only dino elephants
- eat the Greens, vegans taste of chicken :ablobcouple:
… wait a minute those are not FAQs … ah ha I am an #Alchemist and Truth is a lie … and sure am naughty … :ablobdancer:
This National Day of #Mourning, as indigenous peoples of these lands commemorate their ancestors—including those in living memory—and speak truth of both history and future of ongoing resistance, Usian white settlers have burned carbon to honor and re-enact gluttonous dysfunctional #normalcy, willfully spreading infectious disease—in manifest emulation of their forebears, known no more deeply to them than as caricatures of myth—hastening far too many they profess to love… to status as ancestors.
#Israeli & #Palestinian #PeaceActivists are #mourning 74-year-old #Canadian Israeli peace activist #VivianSilver after she was confirmed killed on October 7 during the #Hamas attack on #KibbutzBeeri, where she lived.
Silver’s friend/colleague Samah Salaime, a Palestinian #FeministActivist, says Silver would have pushed for #dialogue to find a #PeacefulSolution to the conflict. “This was her #legacy, and this is what we have to march for and fight for after her death.”
Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter were married for *77* years. 
If you're wondering how any couple could be married that long, forget that and just know that US *life expectancy* in 2021 was *76.1* years. 
At just 5-months-old Indi Gregory
Was sick and surrounded by misery
Though her parents prayed
And heartbroken they stayed
On her deadly journey she had to flee
Something I've noticed when I think back on pre-pandemic socializing is that so much of it for me wasn't necessarily about who I was and who I was with but if I felt like who I was with and what I was doing could turn me into the sort of person I wanted to be. There was something aspirational about it. There was no direct satisfaction in it, more like the promise of a future satisfaction that I was stepping toward. I never quite reached it.
One of the losses of the on-going #pandemic has been not having that feeling of possibility, that sense of becoming the kind of person that I dreamed I could be. I feel like I have no future—that I'm perpetually stuck in a present in which I've forgotten how to dream because it hurts too much. I'm not just #mourning who I was before #covid but who I could have been and who I wanted to be.
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Shiver in cold boots
Commemorating the lost
Unnamed grave markings
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Friend feels exhausted yesterday, complains of a cold, goes for a nap.
Four and a half hours later, they wake, still feeling lousy. Up a few hours, then back to bed. Wake 15 hours later. Think they have flu.
So it's a cold. It's the flu.
Yet normalcy is dead.
Yet we have yet to bury it.
We only got so many #spoons.
#Israel #Gaza #mourning
I hope a lot of people have read this already, it's so worth reading!
Aftermath of Gaza hospital attack | Al Jazeera Newsfeed
🇲🇽 Mexico’s notorious Sinaloa cartel, once ruled by now-jailed drug kingpin Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman, has barred the production of fentanyl — under penalty of death.
The about-face by the narco crew — the main trafficker of the deadly synthetic opioid flooding the US — comes as El Chapo’s kids bow to a mounting law enforcement crackdown on the drug trade, the Wall Street Journal reported Monday.
The order came from the “Chapitos” — the name for Guzman’s sons, who took over the operation.
“In Sinaloa, the sale, manufacture, transport or any kind of business involving the substance known as fentanyl, including the sale of chemical products for its elaboration, is permanently banned,” said one of several banners hung on billboards and overpasses in Culiacan.
“YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED,” the message read. “Sincerely yours, the #Chapitos.”
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We mourn the passing of a great man,
Dariush Mehrjui, beloved director from Iran.
His films will remain in our hearts,
A testament to his creative art.
He held his wife close to his side,
But life was cut short, much to their surprise.
As we reflect upon their life and death,
We remember them, with nothing but respect.
There's all kind of crazy little milestones when you're #mourning
This morning I cried a little bit because it was the first time I was folding my laundry without my cat sitting on the bed and watching me.
Any ideas? I’m looking for articles, maybe even research, on the impact on grief when family members or friends die overseas & you can’t really help from Australia (or wherever you live). For instance, war zones, natural disasters, human-made disasters & the like. I can’t find anything. 🤞#grief #bereavement #mourning
Drafting tomorrow's "here's hoping" toot.
Had to leave over two thirds of this week's salient events on the cutting-room floor.
We all share the air, as we all share the water. There is no public, only the commonweal.
Either we come together in our commonality, act in common #mourning for promises of unfulfilled retro-futures, or we each individually spectate, play audience to the tragedy of our own wastage, our own squandering of futures as yet unimaginable.
Consumed by unfinished #grief.
Palestinians Observe General Strike In Jerusalem-Area Village In Mourning Of Palestinian Killed By Israel
#RentierSociety commitment to responding to #grief with #shame has very deep historical roots, such that even a 14th century story (the original Teseida) set in Homeric myths of Bronze Age figures, nonetheless becomes an a opportunity to chastize those engaged in the act for #mourning for bringing down the party of prosperity.
@mike805 Mourning is work. Vital work.
To fix a thing, one must imagine a world in which it is not broken. One must clear a space in which the tools of repair—repairation—may be arrayed and organized for the task at hand.
#Mourning is the work of clearing space for imagination. Absent that, absent space to imagine a non-broken world, we haven't space to do a proper tear-down of that which we would repair.
To chip away is to wear down, to further break: is this commitment that wants mourning.
"With gentle hands we will give back to mother earth this atom from the external universe, while we who are left behind go on with life's work, plucking the thorns of misfortune and want and death from humanity's pathway and cultivating the perfumed flowers of hope and love."
Katie Kehm Smith, obituary for Annie K. Miller, Boston Investigator, August 18, 1894
@mike805 Here remains a commitment to changing worldviews rather than changing worlds.
Issue ain't one of trust, but of imagination. Trust is another word for belief. Yet the task is not the cultivation of belief, so much as the #mourning of it.
#Grief is a process and all processes entail tools. Whiteness has rendered the tools of grief, the act of mourning, taboo. We cannot imagine mourning except as an imposition on others.
Yet until we do the work of mourning, our world remains unchanged.
@voron To break any thing entails a breaking away—a letting go—if not in anticipation of brokenness, then at least in the reality of it; a letting go of said thing and of the promises bound up in preservation of said thing—even especially promises of consequences resulting from the breaking of it.
Absent this breaking away, this letting go, this #mourning work, the liberal commitment to ruminate and negotiate, to find just the right argument to make things unbroken, keeps us in unbroken #grief.
I finally saw the #BarbieMovie, and I'm kind of glad I saw it alone, because I cried a lot.
Art and literature after the flu #pandemic didn't directly address the flu, but it was there in the background, and #Barbie feels like that with #covid19 and with #ClimateChange—who are we and what does life mean now? What does it mean to be human when the parties, popularity, validation and shiny, fun distractions are stripped away? Yes, there's a lot of privilege to having those things to lose, but we still have to #grieve the loss and build not just a new world but new selves. We're in a very #existential moment.
And the soundtrack is great. I'm going to go listen to "What Was I Made For?" and feel my Feelings™️ for a bit and then listen to #Aqua's "Barbie Girl" because it's fun!
Twenty-two years after the 9/11 terrorist attacks on the #US, #September11 was again a date of #mourning and #reflection in the #UnitedStates. Here are key moments from the remembrance ceremonies for the nearly 3,000 people who died, with President Joe #Biden promising to keep #terrorism at bay.
👉🏼 https://youtu.be/b62anW3zbnE?feature=shared #911anniversary
"Delusional isn't quite the word to describe the characters of On The Beach—they often recognize that their behavior is irrational. Instead, I think Shute makes clear that they simply don't know how else to act."
~ Jacob Geller,
Art in the Pre-Apocalypse
"This is the great trial of being alive… right now."
The cause of a blaze in Johannesburg
Took at least seventy-three lives in a twirl
It's under investigation
And tragic reprecussion
Mourners can only shed tears and hurl
@Insidevoice Part of the challenge is that we're accustomed to how-to manualing our way through life. We have an axiomatic commitment to the ideal of knowledge as righteousness.
The problem is, #mourning is nothing like that.
The ideal that we can "spell out" how to do mourning work? Just another case of wrong tool.
Trust me, likewise short on patience for such. Also, likewise, short on spoons.
@Insidevoice You will notice that nowhere is forgiveness something advocated for in my writing.
This is not about excusing harm.
This is about finding a path toward breaking the #tensegrity binds that keep us stuck.
We lack the tools, as a society, for wholehearted #mourning. This is by design.
We can choose to remain stuck.
Or we can mourn our habitual strategies of shame so to free ourselves to imagine new futures.
Yet ours is a society that, long before the pandemic, habitually shamed the process of mourning. "Get over it!" being the universal refrain of those who found the mourning of others—over any loss, large or small—an imposition on themselves.
This is internalized. Folk learn to short-circuit mourning—to leave it unfinished—lest they be shamed for dwelling on loss.
This harms all of us.
@CatHat Outrage and pain are our center telling us action must be taken.
The challenge is that when our center tells us it is time to act, we can do so too heedlessly—reaching for the mechanisms most readily at hand.
We are so deeply habituated to saneism that we even turn it on ourselves:
Shame for getting stuck mid-process doesn't tend to encourage folk to complete such process.
Yet ours is a society that shames mourning as a somehow unjust imposition on others.
Ours is a society that needs better tools to more wholeheartedly do the work of mourning.
Ours is a society that needs better tools to more adeptly process and work through shame.
When enough folk get stuck—we are all stuck.
We've work to do… to get unstuck.
Grief is a normal reaction to the death of a loved one. But sometimes, the grief won't ebb away. Like in my mom's case. When my sister died, she got stuck in grief. For 30 years, it took away all the joy and meaning from her life.
It doesn't have to be like that. Despite being a new condition, an effective therapy does exist.
My most personal essay for #aeon:
TFW you had planned to spend night on important programming project & instead spent three hours discussing the attachment to reasoning people to desired behaviors & the threat that collective #mourning poses to the social order & the medieval machinery of literality & death of the author as articulation of what Warhol's soup cans—& every fashion designer since before the invention of puce dyes could already tell us—& zen koans as feeding cotton candy to a cotton gin to learn about its workings.
Expecting white folk to be enraged by how they've been lied to in the maintenance of white supremacy ignores that fact that, for white people, being wrong is shameful—being duped doubly so.
Making sure white folk don't have healthy ways to process and move through shame to healing, making sure white people don't know the first thing about how to grieve, about #mourning as a place of power, is a vital component of the maintenance of white supremacy.
Whiteness is never letting go.
Irony, of course, is that Carson's was a polemic against scientism, a disputation of confident promises proffered from willful ignorance.
Yet even those of principled precaution fall into discourses of confidence, the promises of models and consistency of narratives.
Without grief, without mourning, only trundling… remains.
Help Lana Jack (Coast Salish Cowichan Band) travel to Canada for her brother's funeral and to help their father with the arrangements.
Lana Jack, Celilo Wy’am organizer and director of the Columbia River Indian Center needs help with funds to enable her to travel to Canada to coordinate the funeral of her brother Leon Gabriel Jack. She needs help with gas, lodging, and for a Pendleton blanket for the giveaway at the funeral.
Lana’s brother Leon is the son of Percy Jack, Hereditary Chief of the Coast Salish Cowichan Band. On his Nimiipuu/Nez Perce side of the family, Leon’s Indian name was Ulakot (Frog), and he was the rebel brother to Chief Joseph who fled to the Canadian border. Then he took our dad’s Indian name: Tzouhalem. Tzouhalem was the chief of tens of thousands of Indians at one time, but he watched them dwindle down to a couple of hundred in his lifetime.
Leon loved the Columbia River. He loved to fish and hunt. Just this year, an elder asked for Leon, because he used to bring him roots at Warm Springs. He was known for taking sacred foods to the elders. Lana and Leon’s father Percy (87 y.o.) is in a fragile condition himself and has requested that Lana be there with him to help organize the funeral.
Update: On behalf of Lana, thank so much to those of you who’ve given or shared the fundraiser on social media! Lana is ready to head back home but she needs help with gas and food money for the drive and ferry and to keep the lights on at home (a total of $680). But an additional $800 would help her father cover the cost of the casket. If you haven’t yet done so, could you share the gofundme on social media or with friends who might be able to help?
The conundrum of chronic post-viral illness is that it flies in the face of #HealthSupremacism.
The promise that any one of us may be but one infection away from loss of virtue… is untenable, thus illegible.
Liberal commitments to informing, to arguing, others into right-thinking, into righteousness, serve us not, as this is malady of spirit much more deeply rooted than the first estate, the #KayfabePanto canopy susurrations of right vs. left.
Supremacism is materiality of forsaken #mourning.
#MondayMourning: Wind Phone
An unconnected phone, sometimes in a booth, designed as a place to hold one-way conversations with lost loved ones. A notebook beside the phone allows visitors to write messages of remembrance.
The first public wind phone was created after the 2011 earthquake and tsunami in Otsuchi, Japan, and has been visited 30,000 times. Since then, replicas have appeared worldwide and enabled grieving people to reflect, connect, and speak their messages for the wind to carry.
What do you think? Would this be a helpful grief tool for you?
Three weeks yesterday.
My sense of time is all over the shop, I'm tired even though I'm sleeping ok, I'm sad, I'm often not sure of what I'm feeling, sometimes I'm simply numb.
Watching F D Signifier's two-part retrospective on 44th U.S. President, wherein he states that said figure essentially ran on moderate Republican platform, but that—because reasons—folk weren't prepared to question this.
Then, reminded who VP on that ticket was.
Anyway, unfollowed a Vibe'n stan today.
I read @jeffjarvis ' post about his father's passing, and thought that perhaps it's time for me to write about my mother's passing at the beginning of the month.
The words for a post on my site just weren't there when I started typing my draft. This feels like something worth sharing on my site and sharing with family and friends. At least, that is what I feel like it should feel like (if that makes sense?).
Instead, I just wrote for myself in Obsidian. I'm not sure that I _can_ publish something now. 🤔 Maybe that is ok too.
A wreathed skull stares out from this silver medal for Josias Krijger who died 9 September 1675. Krijger was a lieutenant under Rear Admiral Jan Van Brakel. Behind the skull a pair of scythes and also two putti (one extinguishes a torch and the other blows bubbles - a reminder of the fragility of life). A winged hourglass perches above the skull representing the passage of time (Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam) #MementoMori #Netherlands #17thcentury #history #histodons #mourning
Twelve Days of Mortality History Christmas - Day Nine🎄💀: This gold mourning ring features an enamelled skull and cross bones on a background of woven hair. The shoulders of the ring are also decorated with a skull and cross bones. Inscribed - 'Not lost but gone before'. 1773 (British Museum) #mourning #MementoMori #skull #MementoMoriMonday #history #histodons #18thcentury
#MondayMourning: Weeping Willow
Often found in cemeteries (planted or engraved on gravestones) and used to symbolize mourning. Their drooping branches evince sadness. Rain running down their leaves gives the appearance of crying.
They also represent adaptability and resilience. Their flexibility allows them to weather storms, and their hardiness helps them survive and regenerate. Also associated with resurrection, immortality, and life after death.
Note: There are additional interpretations of weeping willow symbolism. Asian cultures attach significance to the trees, and there are also a number of Biblical meanings. Tl;dr, weeping willows aren’t just for sadness and death!
#Optimism is a choice.
#Dignity is a responsibility.
"One day we will die. But all other days we will live"
“I know your #sorrow and . . . there is no ease . . . from words . . . . So I offer you only my . . . #compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds."
#Argentina's president, Alberto Fernández, has declared three days of national #mourning over the death of a leading human rights activist. Hebe de #Bonafini was one of the founders and the president of the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, a group that defied the military government as they tried to locate their missing children. Ms Bonafini was a housewife with no involvement in politics until her two sons and her daughter-in-law were abducted
A skeleton holds up a banner bearing the name of Laurens Pit, governor of Coromandel and member of the Council of the Indies. Pit died in Batavia (today Jakarta) in 1684. The skeleton also holds reminders of death - a flaming torch and a scythe. (Rijksmuseum) #MementoMori #mourning #histodons #history #introduction
Generativist—#anarchism-adjacent #criptheory—#lumpentheory of #RentierSociety & #tensegrity fetters of #classposture #kyriarchy, with interest turning increasingly to societal #grief and collective acts of #mourning.
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