The poet sees suicide as murder: consider the second line… that murthring boy… who shot himself. No woman is worth self-immolation. None. But the poet indicates that was his thought. We are losing too many. A person can wind up in a vicious downward cycle that doesn’t end. It’s extremely hard to break on your […]Read More → Saturday Sonnet.
I open the computer this morning and find that another person — whom I did not know — took her own life. She was bisexual, a programmer, considered herself a rationalist, and considered that she could not cope with the violence she beleived was in her life. She hated herself. This is sad: in the […]Read More → Ideology as a servant.