Bad news day
Dec. 10th, 2003 02:04 pm"Rings" director wants to film "Hobbit": "Arwen, the elf princess played by Liv Tyler, could also feature again, Jackson said."
Cindy Van Antwerp, a friend of my family for almost twenty years (given the amount of moving we've done that says a lot) and mother of four of my baby sister's close friends, was diagnosed with cancer in late summer. At this point she's apparently so weak that chemotherapy simply isn't helping. She'll be coming home later this week.
"I am the resurrection, and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." That always bring to mind the scene in Disney's Three Musketeers, with the four of them plus Milady atop a hill, and Aramis reading from the Bible. It's a grey morning, and none of them really want to be there. . .
It's been years since I really believed those words. They give comfort to the rest of my family, while I turn to Dylan Thomas's colder method of coping.
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men 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;
Though 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.
Cindy Van Antwerp, a friend of my family for almost twenty years (given the amount of moving we've done that says a lot) and mother of four of my baby sister's close friends, was diagnosed with cancer in late summer. At this point she's apparently so weak that chemotherapy simply isn't helping. She'll be coming home later this week.
"I am the resurrection, and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." That always bring to mind the scene in Disney's Three Musketeers, with the four of them plus Milady atop a hill, and Aramis reading from the Bible. It's a grey morning, and none of them really want to be there. . .
It's been years since I really believed those words. They give comfort to the rest of my family, while I turn to Dylan Thomas's colder method of coping.
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men 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;
Though 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.