Today’s list of synonyms I searched for: ruth comfort mend odd looking remorse grief gave restraint I have been editing most of the morning, 13 pieces I am going through one by one. Focusing on nothing but these pieces alone. Found a playlist: Dark Academia Jazz and it has been a great backdrop. Hank Mobley, Dexter Gordon, Chet Baker, Red Garland. Great stuff. Went to visit a resident today at Rehab. Unfortunately he was out. There isn’t a way to contact residents there if they don’t have a cell phone, which is a joke. A lot of seniors don’t have cell phones. Not where I work at anyway. And he is blind. I’d hope they’d take all of these factors into account for their residents, but no. I will try to stop by and visit again this week. I am writing a piece about him. It is one of the 13. I reread it yesterday and goodness it is maudlin. I will have to ditch it and begin again. Learned a new word today thanks to Benny Golson’s version of I Remember Clifford, which I hadn’t heard before. Threnody: A wailing ode, song, hymn, or poem of mourning composed or performed as memorial to a dead person. Here is Countee Cullen’s, Threnody for a Brown Girl Threnody for a Brown Girl Weep not, You who love her. Place your flowers Above her And go your way Only I shall stay. After you have gone With grief in your hearts, I will remove the flowers You laid above her. Yes, I who love her. Do not weep, Friends and lovers. (Oh, the scent of flowers in the air! Oh, the beauty of her body there!) Gently now lay your flowers down. When the last mourner has gone And I have torn Each flower; When the last mourner has gone And I have tossed Broken stems and flower heads To the winds . . . ah! . . . I will gather withered leaves . . . I will scatter withered leaves there. Friends and lovers, Do not weep. Gently lay your flowers down . . . Gently, now, lay your flowers down. I will keep that word in my back pocket.
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