Today brought post-christmas dawn glow and wonder, and then sharp stop upon reading news of the death of Vic Chesnut. Ol' Thought Coach was blessed to know him and to admire his courage and riveting displays of the craft and sullen art, to reference Dylan Thomas. His brutally-rarified aesthetic raised the southern gothic context to a new and reinvigorated niche of bewonderment, bedazzlement in the fractal face of the sacred broken heart. Humanity, your dumbshow joy and roughness.
Few if any have ever fish-tailed on the head of the cosmological pin so provocatively, so adroitly with the bottom line there like a bitter cold true north. yet the victory of his language, of his vision rendered in the merciless grace we know adorns all unspooling dharma...ah vic.
many thanks to you in the always ever-present hereafter. much praise to all who have gone before.
OK go.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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