Notes from New Sodom

... rantings, ravings and ramblings of strange fiction writer, THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!!

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-- W.H. Auden

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Blogger Dave said...

Fuck, man. I'm sorry.

1:00 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, she was beautiful. I'm so sorry.

2:15 am  
Blogger Chris Roberson said...

Shit, man, that is a whole pile of suck. Condolences.

2:27 am  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

I'm so sorry, Al.

4:20 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh dear. So very sad for you.

(And am giving George the Dog a giant hug.)

4:59 am  
Blogger paul f cockburn said...

It's at times like this that words seem so crap in doing their job, but I think W H Auden got close.

Sorry Al; will see you soon.

1:28 pm  
Blogger Fish Monkey said...

Very sorry, Al.

7:59 pm  
Blogger David Moles said...

Well, fuck.

8:50 pm  
Blogger Jason Erik Lundberg said...

Aw shit, man, that absolutely totally sucks. I'm am so so sorry.

4:20 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All my very best to you, and condolences.

7:18 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm really really sorry to hear this, Al. Our thoughts are with you. Sounds like a great dog.


8:57 pm  

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