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“Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”
I hope for the manuscripts under the bed, too.

I envy you.

content-originality (originality in content) is a great gift.

keep it up.

llx

Mother of God, Daniel! Where from?

Salinger is my old-time hero. I stopped trying to emulate/imitate him a good many years ago and basked in admiration instead.

Liss is my new-time hero. I mean that and write it with much love in the tips of my fingers.

xo

ps – that’s my favorite new burke tune – nice choice

Quentin Crisp one said: “No flowers. No candles. No long faces standing around in the rain, staring down into a hole in the ground while someone drones on about how wonderful I was.

I’d rather be shuffled off. Just drop me into one of those black plastic bags and leave me by the trash can.”

Viva Daniel Liss and his art.

Isn’t it strange how we anticipate and dread death, then mourn it after it arrives? Inescapable.

Wonderful, provocative, original vision with this. As always.

Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the voodle, I should say: the voodle shelters day-dreaming, the voodle protects the dreamer, the voodle allows one to dream in peace…

One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it…The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.

[a combo of bachelard quotes, some paraphrased]
:-)

I have always loved this kind of media.

The subject-matter; the message if you will. Hit me like. An upper-cut.

I have been thinking a lot lately. As I always do, nothing new there. But what I keep returning to is the question of contribution. What we deliver to the world. What we contribute with, in the end.

Thank you, Daniel.

Indeed. Beautiful.

Your work makes me want to be a better, braver person.

No. Scrap that.

It makes me believe I can be.

I need to go out and dance in the rain, now…

I wish I could do that – I had a couple of friends pass away this year, one quite close. & was nearby to some public attacks where people were killed, even though I didn’t know them. I didn’t/don’t feel like doing anything for a long time afterwards. it would be nice to be able to do what you just did for them. for my friend I did a sound walk whilst thinking of him & listening to the sounds around me – that was the closest I could do.

So beautiful Daniel. Death is being reclaimed from the frightened who have temporarily forgotten we are all divine and live on, just somewhere else.

And I love seeing someone who types kinda like I do. :-)

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Daniel, I thought of you and this video IMMEDIATELY upon hearing the news. Don’t know how many more artists I can stand to lose. Spent the day looking at art in Basel, Switzerland. Many, many wishes for your happiness. And sad, sad thoughts of the loss we all feel.