lost two old [loved] friends this week.
learned the news on facebook.
thinking bout derrida’s thoughts:
[electronic communication] … is on the way to transforming the entire public and private space of humanity, and first of all the limit between the private, the secret (private or public) and the public or the phenomenal. -jacques derrida, archive fever
and reflecting on the real[ish]:
while there is still something strange
about reading life on a screen,
stranger still to read death.
highlight reel turned grief outlet [at best]
[at worst] tragedy porn.
expressed loss sandwiched
between sassy memes,
pictures of breakfast.
a flurry of privately tapped questions,
music, kindness, creativity,
self-doubt, bold statements,
vibrant colors, sincerity,
foolish decisions, fun times,
generosity, empathy, art.
and so much ness.
one son, brother, uncle, expectant father, friend.
one mother, daughter, sister, sunshine, friend.
flattened to screen-shotable news
for prying eyes and haters
legacy archived for
lovers, family, friends.
evidence of care,
photos, videos, songs,
not tucked away in
trunks or drawers or albums.
inviting the strange
for portia adele/zsa zsa:
**no judgement. i participate in an online culture of grief, and even do so in this post. just thinking about what it is.**