Ashley Morris April 1, 2009
Posted by Mark Folse in 504, Bloggers, je me souviens, New Orleans, NOLA, Sinn Fein.trackback
For Ashley Morris 1963-2008
All New Orleans mourns for you.
By Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
or at these independent New Orleans bookstores:
Nice. I might have gone with “Do not go gentle into that good night/Rage, rage against the dying of the light…”, but nice.
At the top of the list of the things you’ve done for me since the old days back at DU was introducing me to H. Ashley Morris, Ph.D., first through the link from Wet Bank, then in person that Twelfth Night, when I was sucking down my fifth or sixth Abita and realized that the stream of profanity coming from behind me could only be coming from Ash himself. Mahalo nui loa (thank you very much).