'You wear black to a funeral,' they frowned, 'Or at least a somber shade of brown...' 'No, no... I won't!' Joey rose, Donning silly shoes and nose, To better honor his father Bozo the Clown.
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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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56 thoughts on “Black, or: A somber shade”
[…] Black, or: A Somber Shade poem by David ben Alexander (The Skeptic’s Kaddish) There are all kinds of social expectations on behaviour, such as what it’s appropriate to wear to a funeral. Sometimes, the best thing is to defy those expectations. […]
Haha. Good one. Some traditions seem rather pointless to me–wearing a white wedding dress (when very few brides nowadays are virgins), black to funerals, not wearing white after labor day…
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