another obit

[fflo]

Way too much good stuff to quote in this one, by Sandra Martin, for the Globe and Mail. I love the stuff toward the beginning about glasses. But let's excerpt this nugget, since it just don't get said enough:

"To be forced back into the heterosexual cage of coupledom is not a step forward but a step back into state-imposed definitions of relationship," she wrote. "With all that we have learned, we should be helping our heterosexual brothers and sisters out of their state-defined prisons, not volunteering to join them there."

I'm gonna lift a glass of scotch to her tonight. Some pricey miniature from Stadium Liquors.

Comments

[shmizla.livejournal.com]

yeah, the stuff on glasses is cool--reminded me of you, the exhilaration at seeing individual leaves :)

i'm glad she had a gorgeous life. it's nice to know. i didn't know she existed.

[(Anonymous)]

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall. Oh, by jingo.

After all. Maybe we've lost sight.

[infinitepresent.livejournal.com]

stupid livejournal, logging me out.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

that's so funny--- i know that song, and was gonna say something like "david! nice to see you here. get an lj account!" ;)

one of the lovely catchiest of the early, more delicate bowie numbers. i don't know most of the later of the later bowie numbers. after, say, fashionable moonlight, or whatever the fuh that one was called. wait, what was the one with stevie ray vaughn? somewhere along in there. my little china girl. dave. please.

[vjsmom.livejournal.com]

Wow. I knew almost nothing about her--in fact, I only knew that her book was the basis for Desert Hearts. I really like this quote from Shelagh Day:

She was not afraid of dying. She thinks she has had a gorgeous life.

What an inspiration--I hope I can feel that way at the end of my life.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

It's their hospitality I envy. Sort of envy the people who received it, but really envy what they had going, having made that life to open up to others to share in, take warmth from. I've kinda had a whiff of what that part of a life can be like, even feel like, and it's something, to me, to be inspired by. Not saying I'll manage to get back to such a sense, let alone really pull off resituating my existence in coherence with such a sensibility. But it's something that, if I'm gonna stay alive much longer, I think I'd like.

But then there's also the life-organizing principle of being the crazy superball lady, who wanders the streets of Ann Arbor, regardless of the weather, bouncing a superball. I mean, somebody's got to provide some more local color, now that Shaky Jake's dead.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

Awesome article. I have to start reading the Globe and Mail. I liked this too: "She came to Vancouver for a holiday with Ms. Rule that extended into a life long commitment...."