{"id":4311,"date":"2009-07-09T18:10:02","date_gmt":"2009-07-09T23:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4311"},"modified":"2009-07-09T18:10:02","modified_gmt":"2009-07-09T23:10:02","slug":"when-bad-goes-to-worse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=4311","title":{"rendered":"When bad goes to worse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A friend lost her grown child in a sudden tragic accident. You try to find words to say for this occasion. I came up short when my friend&#8217;s two year old was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease, I kept trying to give her examples of how this wasn&#8217;t so bad when she kept telling me how fucked her daughter was &#8211; and in the end she didn&#8217;t speak to me for six months, her anger roiled over anything I tried to say. I can give you no comfort, my housekeeper wrote me one time in Marin County about not being able to find my comforter &#8211; yes, I can give you no comfort I finally told my friend, and you&#8217;re right, your daughter is fucked.<\/p>\n<p>Today as I contemplate another friend, another child gone, I have again, nothing to say of any value.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial Black', Arial, Helvetica; color: navy; font-size: large;\">To an Athlete Dying Young<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: navy;\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\"><strong>by<\/strong><\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/www3.amherst.edu\/~rjyanco94\/literature\/alfrededwardhousman\/menu.html\"><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\"><strong> A. E. Housman<\/strong><\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\"><strong> (1859-1936)<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\">The time you won your town the race<br \/>\nWe chaired you through the market-place;<br \/>\nMan and boy stood cheering by,<br \/>\nAnd home we brought you shoulder-high.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\">To-day, the road all runners come,<br \/>\nShoulder-high we bring you home,<br \/>\nAnd set you at your threshold down,<br \/>\nTownsman of a stiller town.<\/p>\n<p>Smart lad, to slip betimes away<br \/>\nFrom fields were glory does not stay<br \/>\nAnd early though the laurel grows<br \/>\nIt withers quicker than the rose.<\/p>\n<p>Eyes the shady night has shut<br \/>\nCannot see the record cut,<br \/>\nAnd silence sounds no worse than cheers<br \/>\nAfter earth has stopped the ears:<\/p>\n<p>Now you will not swell the rout<br \/>\nOf lads that wore their honours out,<br \/>\nRunners whom renown outran<br \/>\nAnd the name died before the man.<\/p>\n<p>So set, before its echoes fade,<br \/>\nThe fleet foot on the sill of shade,<br \/>\nAnd hold to the low lintel up<br \/>\nThe still-defended challenge-cup.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Monaco;\">And round that early-laurelled head<br \/>\nWill flock to gaze the strengthless dead,<br \/>\nAnd find unwithered on its curls<br \/>\nThe garland briefer than a girl&#8217;s.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A friend lost her grown child in a sudden tragic accident. 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