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Frag. 250
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.
Lamentation of Punchinello / By Punchinello’s Bed by Patrick Webb
While Webb was working on the Punchinello cycle, his lover of 14 years died, unexpectedly, of AIDS-related causes. The paintings began to take on an autobiographical aspect. In two large, related paintings - deathbed scenes - the figures lose their generalized physiognomies and assume the physical characteristics of Webb and his boyfriend Chris.
It was on this day in 1900 that Oscar Wilde died at age 46, after declaring his famous last words: “Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.” He had spent two years in prison under the official crime of “acts of gross indecency,” meaning that he had male lovers. His health deteriorated, and he had a severe ear infection that the prison doctor would not treat. When he got out of prison, he moved to Paris, but neither his health nor his reputation ever recovered — he eventually died of meningitis, a complication of the ear infection. He ended his days at a seedy motel in Paris, Hôtel d’Alsace, which obviously had some very ugly wallpaper. Now it goes by the name L’Hôtel and is an upscale four-star establishment.
“ And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion. ”
— Dylan Thomas, And Death Shall Have No Dominion (1933)
“ Here lies one whose name was writ in water. ”
— John Keats’ epitaph for himself (1821)
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Stars, Calendar Girl
I ran to the window, threw my head to the sky
And said whoever is up there, please don’t let me die
But I can’t live forever, I can’t always be
One day I’ll be sand on a beach by a sea
“ This is the last of Earth! I am content. ”
— John Quincy Adams’ last words (21 February 1848)
“ Does nobody understand? ”
— James Joyce’s last words (January 1941)
“ Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. ”
— Mary Elizabeth Frye, Do not stand at my grave and weep
“ There are two godheads: the world and my independent I. I am either happy or unhappy, that is all. It can be said: good or evil do not exist. A man who is happy must have no fear. Not even in the face of death. Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy. ”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Notebooks 1914-1916
“ Go away. I’m all right. ”
— Last words of H.G. Wells (via sweetxblasphemy)
Disease Case Fatality Rates by David McCandless
“ Yet fill my glass: give me one kiss:
My own sweet Alice, we must die.
There’s somewhat in this world amiss
Shall be unriddled by and by.
There’s somewhat flows to us in life,
But more is taken quite away.
Pray, Alice, pray, my darling wife,
That we may die the self-same day. ”
— Alfred Tennyson, The Miller’s Daughter (1832)
“ Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -
But you will not assuage him. He alone
Of all the gods will take no gifts from men. ”
— Sara Teasdale, Erinna (Helen of Troy and Other Poems, 1911)
