Wednesday, September 06, 2006

They keep on burying our dead
They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help
And all we've got is a giant crop of names
And dates...

Regina Spektor - Lacrimosa

By the way, She’s coming to Montréal this October. Anybody wants to come?

1 comment:

Cheeseburger Brown said...

That's a nice poem -- that is, if you can say "nice" about a subject so morbid.

I would argue that we're also left with memories and stories, the stuff that make the memetic world go 'round.

Love,
Cheeseburger Brown