The Grave-Digger

February 5, 2009 · 4 comments

For anyone who’s ever buried a dead self…

 The Grave-Digger

 

by Khalil Gibran

Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me, “Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.”

Said I, “You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?”

“Because,” said he, “They come weeping and go weeping – you only come laughing and go laughing.”

I found a printout of this a couple of weeks ago and added it to my blog-post-topic pile.  In keeping with poetry appreciation week and given Scott’s recent comment to yesterday’s post, today seems to be a particularly apropos day for this one. 

I particularly like Gibran’s brevity, so I’ll try to stay succinct as well:  this piece brought a bittersweet tear to my eye, a wrinkle to my forehead, and turned the corners of my mouth upward in a comfortably painful way when I read it.  I can identify.

Here’s the link to the full *.pdf version of The Madman by Khalil GibranDefinitely recommended reading.

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Scott February 5, 2009 at 07:55

When anger devours all in its grasp, new life and compassion flow from its last gasp.
That new life and compassion will give way to peace, and the world’s suffering will decrease.
From peace will flow everlasting love, joy and contentment for the betterment of all.

-Scott (Vegan Success Story)

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BRIAN February 5, 2009 at 14:00

Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread

The first thought that came to my mind when I read that poem of whatever was this song called Diary of a Madman by the Gravediggaz.

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niceguyted February 5, 2009 at 15:23

Thank you, Brian, for once again bringing a little bit of “street” to my heretofore seemingly highbrow blog.

Of their lyrics, one of my particular favorites goes like this:

“I’m the resurrector [Rzarector], be my sacrifice: commit suicide and I’ll bring you back to life.” (from “1-800-SUICIDE”, on the album 6-Feet Deep (originally Niggamortis)

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Scott February 5, 2009 at 15:49

I keep giving them books and all they do is tear off the cover.

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