“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.