“They lived and laughed and loved and left.” — Finnegans Wake
I feel like I have been going to a lot of funerals lately. That isn’t true, really – it is a testament to how incredibly lucky I have been throughout my life. The Joyce quote above was put on a sign at my grandmother’s funeral this past May. Today, with the funeral of my wife’s grandfather, I was reminded of it again.
What a cathartic experience. Looking around at my wife’s – my – loving family, I was left only with the thought and prayer “I hope I am this lucky.”
It has been a long time since I have gone two days, two emotional days, without thinking about music, school, teaching. I came back and immediately sat down to listen to something, something to study – I think it was Nono? – and was hit in the face with “it”: what the hell is this? I mean, I know what it is – technically, artistically, philosophically. And I think I know what the “point” was/is (if you think there was a point, or if you care there was a point, or whatever). But…
…just not enough time. It doesn’t feel like enough time for Nono, today. Have to write, have to teach. So much to do before departure.
One response to “What it is…”
I’m impressed by anyone who knew anything at all about Joyce. My favorite writer…… bet you had no inkling of that back when I was doing trombone lessons with you!