“I think maybe Gladstone had it right. I think my father did. They understood that the meaning of life is connected, inextricably, to the meaning of death; that mourning is a romance in reverse, and if you love, you grieve… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“They understood that the meaning of life is connected, inextricably, to the meaning of death; that mourning is a romance in reverse, and if you love, you grieve and there are no exceptions-- only those who do it well and… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young,… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“The advance of our technology is coincidental with the loss of our appetite for ethical questions that ought to attend the implications of these… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Whatever’s there to feel, feel it – the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“The bodies of the newly dead are not debris nor remnant, nor are they entirely icon or essence. They are, rather, changelings, incubates, hatchlings of a new reality that bear our names and dates, our image and likenesses, as surely in the eyes and ears of our children and grandchildren as did word of our birth in the ears of… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share
“The living have to live with it. You don’t. Theirs is the grief or the gladness of your death, theirs is the loss or… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“When we bury the old, we bury the known past, the past we imagine sometimes better than it was, but the past all the same, a portion of which we inhabited. Memory is the overwhelming theme, the eventual comfort. But burying infants, we bury the future, unwieldy and unknown, full of promise and possibilities, outcomes punctuated by our rosy hopes.… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share
Whatever's there to feel, feel it—the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your own mortality.… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
Usually a poem takes shape accoustically - a line or a pair of lines will repeat itself in my ear. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
If I were assigned poems I suppose I'd write more of them but it is entirely voluntary and for the most part ignored in… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
“There are those, too, who are ethnically predisposed in favor of funerals, who recognize among the black drapes and dirges an emotionally potent and spiritually stimulating intersection of the living and the dead. In death and its rituals, they see the leveled playing field so elusive in life. Whether we bury our dead in Wilbert Vaults, leave them in trees… — Thomas Lynch Copy Share
I'm lazy but generally task oriented so having a hoop to jump through means eventually I'll make the effort. — Thomas Lynch Copy Share Image
