Thursday, February 11, 2010
Lawrence Hill, Author of The Book of Negros
I attended a book reading, interview and book signing last night. The center of attention was Lawrence Hill, renowned author of The Book of Negros. And as Lawrence read one of his many moving passages from this book, I felt the cadence of his voice call up the image of Maya Angelou of all people. Perhaps it was the softness of his voice and the tenderness of his carefully chosen words. I don't know if Lawrence Hill has ever written poetry but that undulating passage, made me think that he could. I only wish that I had told you sooner to be at the Museum of Civilization at 7:00 pm on Wednesday, February 10th. Because I can't imagine that where you were at that time could have been better.
Suicide, Your Final Bow
British fashion designer, Alexander McQueen, was found dead today at the age of 40. By all accounts, it appears that he took is own life. Suicide represents an act of eliminating the complete and utter pain that comes with living. One wonders if there is ever a way to offer hope to someone so distressed that they see but one solution - the ultimate end. How many funerals have you heard of where the church is filled to capacity and overflowing? The volume of outpouring at the time of death is sometimes misconstrued as the measure of a man. If you were to leave this earth today, who would come to honour you? If you think no one, then maybe you will choose your final bow. But the measure of a man and whether he needs to stay here and finish his life's work, is really quite a simple formula. In fact, only one person needs to weep inconsolably for his loss. And if you know this to be true, then stay. It is your sign that you still have so much more to do. Please, choose to stay and witness a better day.
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