Toons Gone Feral

7 Responses to “Our Wonderful Future: Death 2.0”

1. Chuck says:

   July 22, 2009 at 8:53 am

   Unfortunately, for many of us, we have too MANY boring parts to fast forward thru…..let that be a lesson then right??? Let the dancing begin, I say…while we still can!!! (I think I’ll go put my “wings” back on….)
2. Ed. says:

   July 22, 2009 at 8:58 am

   Hurrah say I!
3. Angela says:

   July 22, 2009 at 9:01 am

   I would linger on the boring parts and skip the embarrassing bits, myself.
4. Lucky says:

   July 22, 2009 at 2:23 pm

   Ah… When my dad was asked how he wanted to die, he said, “extreme old age.” He may have stolen that from Mark Twain, Groucho Marx, or W. C. Fields, I’m not sure.

   If I get the opportunity to review my life via Tivo before I die, I think I might use the “slow motion” feature rather than the fast fwd. Ol’ Mr. D will just have to wait for every boring detail.
5. Horace Gaims says:

   July 22, 2009 at 2:34 pm

   Rather than brood over my inevitable death, ;living holds my interest.
6. Ms.Colleen says:

   July 31, 2009 at 9:46 pm

   But in the meantime I’ll be –

   Rockin’ in the Free World!

   Trek tires burgeon through mud
   Streaming riven trail
   Human footprints trace slow motion
   I fly above them laughing
   Black splashback
   Mascaras my backpack
   I laugh and will sunshine
   to this wilderness of water, gravel, trees and slugs and smoke
   In time for the next gathering under the pavilion
   My will to join

   Embedded encampments
   Reinvent human interaction
   Assured as much in practice as intent
   Wet meadow grass interlaces buttercups wild roses saturated by three
   days of rain my wheels splitting the Red Sea before me as
   I ride

   Viscous terra unfirma sticks to toe and robe
   Crown and bare breast henna fingers beat the drum
   Strings coax the pattern
   The flute unfurls
   We sing one word

   Sun

   Each lifetime chanted dreamed implanted
   Virtue hangs predestined in our dna
   Beyond intent
   Cut free from the rest
   I breathe it in
   In motion breathe the Word

   Sun

   The ragged gray edge of the cloud quivers above us its edges lit
   A sudden breath of air levitates the sky
   As we in motion breathe the Word

   Sun
7. Ms.Colleen says:

   August 7, 2009 at 11:50 pm

   Okay, okay, I admit that one didn’t have much to do with death. But perhaps this one does. The jury’s still out.

   THE HOT HINGES OF PARADISE

   Sometimes I’m grateful

   That the answer came from the man

   (Tender as he seems)

   And not from me

   Me

   Reeling back from the conundrum

   His gender lead me

   Knowing full well

   Gender only suggests

   That which abides behind reason

   Is a matter of extrapolation

   liberally laced with dna

   Straight laced side by side

   My irony in thinking it tender

   When in actuality it burns to the quick

   Any softness that word might imply

   Such malaprop

   Pours bitterness brewed darkly

   Drunk after the fact

   That tender artifice

   Of tender word

   Never knowing when rescue might come

   Cinderella strikes flint

   And finds her prince

   In the bitter dregs

   Doing battle

   With the not so tender night

   And sometimes I’m grateful

   That the answer came from the man

   (Tender as he seems)

   And not from me