Thursday, January 14, 2016

Against the Dying of the Light

Within the deaths this week of David Bowie and Alan Rickman, I have found a new resolution. You see, their departure from this world has left a void in my life--I didn't know them personally, but their art made my existence more bearable. So, because the world seems a little dimmer without them in it, I've determined that I will strive to shine a little brighter. Write as hard as I can. And most of all, encourage those around me to find the best in themselves and express exactly that. It's a big resolution, I know. I think that even if I only get it a little right, they'd appreciate the gesture. 

So, for David Bowie, and Alan Rickman,
here's me. Trying like hell to shine a little brighter, so your passing doesn't leave any in utter darkness. Fare thee well, brave souls. You brought such beauty to this world. Thank you.


Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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For more information on David Bowie, click here: Rolling Stone Article
For more information about Alan Rickman, click here: BBC Article