tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post8956128261951586523..comments2024-03-10T20:46:19.274-04:00Comments on In the Middle: Dead. Like Lindow Man.Cord J. Whitakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224143153295429986noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-23646802489878730412007-08-30T07:32:00.000-04:002007-08-30T07:32:00.000-04:00There are days when I would let you have her!Thank...There are days when I would let you have her!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your comment. I cjhecked out your blog and like it a lot; I just added it to our own blogroll.Jeffrey Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17346504393740520542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-86673179754914354982007-08-30T01:02:00.000-04:002007-08-30T01:02:00.000-04:00If I could be sure my children would say things as...If I could be sure my children would say things as wonderful as "Dead. Dead like Lindow Man," I might actually consider having children.bioephemerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11236131204289070096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-67998561386626712132007-08-02T14:04:00.000-04:002007-08-02T14:04:00.000-04:00What a powerful story, Liza. And more proof (as if...What a powerful story, Liza. And more proof (as if we needed more proof) that children shouldn't be shielded from the sadness of death via palliative metaphors and, well, lies.Jeffrey Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17346504393740520542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-36289635568136472192007-08-02T08:46:00.000-04:002007-08-02T08:46:00.000-04:00It could be worse! When I was about a year older t...It could be worse! When I was about a year older than Kid #2 I had a screaming fit at my grandfather's funeral as I watched his casket lowered into the ground. About a week later my mother finally pried out of me that some well-meaning adult had told me my grandpa was not dead, but only sleeping ... not thinking I would put two and two together during the burial and assume he was being buried alive. <BR/><BR/>Maybe my early fascination with Poe was working through that trauma?Liza Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05105726464955172469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-63489425520411754062007-08-02T07:32:00.000-04:002007-08-02T07:32:00.000-04:00Well, we literary types have also been known to ma...Well, we literary types have also been known to make the living uneasy with our necro-obsessions. But how can I be medievalist without an interest in the dead? And, as you have sen from my recent posts, I've been thinking a lot about the care of the dead specifically.Jeffrey Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17346504393740520542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-90760019834203737692007-08-01T15:09:00.000-04:002007-08-01T15:09:00.000-04:00Gravespotting has long been a family addiction - s...Gravespotting has long been a family addiction - spotting the odd pyramid here, reconstructing the sad family history there, finding ancestors and locating famous names. It is a favourite occupation of our Kid#2 - so much so that she pursues it uninvited and enthusiastically to the consternation of the uninitiated. And thereby hangs an extreme tale - of how our peculiar fascination with the dead as historians is entirely terrifying to others - which cannot be told here for fear of embarrassing the living.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-68699773032896095752007-08-01T10:15:00.000-04:002007-08-01T10:15:00.000-04:00Nicely put, Nicola. I always admire the poetic phr...Nicely put, Nicola. I always admire the poetic phrases that characterize your style, and that in part perform the process youa re writing about.<BR/><BR/>That childhood sensation of being glossed by an authority is something we face all the time -- but in reverse -- as teachers, esp. via evaluations. I don't even recognize the J J Cohen posted about at ratemyprofessor.comJeffrey Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17346504393740520542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21165575.post-42868329662552852392007-07-30T22:57:00.000-04:002007-07-30T22:57:00.000-04:00Strange? Perhaps in a way that communicates the wo...Strange? Perhaps in a way that communicates the wonderful strangeness of life.<BR/><BR/>There's something so poetic, in so many directions, about making the Lindow Man the index of death. It multiplies death, adding another to each instance. It personalizes death, making it a someone. It befriends death, giving each a companion. It unifies death, making it all one.<BR/><BR/>Though saying this brings back memories of real perplexity at adults glossing something I said, the perplexity of <I>being interpreted</I>. How the texts must feel!Nicola Masciandarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01279665722551517693noreply@blogger.com