By Marcelo Montecino "Etre seul c’est s’entraîner à...

By Marcelo Montecino

"Etre seul c’est s’entraîner à la mort".

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

"The whole business of your life overwhelms you when you live alone. One’s stupefied by it. To get rid of it you try to daub some of it off on to people who come to see you, and they hate that. To be alone trains one for death. "

Louis-Ferdinand Céline (1894-1961), French author. the narrator (Ferdinand Bardamu), in Journey to the End of the Night, p. 328 (1932, trans. 1934, repr. 1966).

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Alice Boughton, W.B. Yeats, 1903 DEATH Nor dread nor hope...

Alice Boughton, W.B. Yeats , 1903

DEATH

Nor dread nor hope attend

A dying animal;

A man awaits his end

Dreading and hoping all;

(….)

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A Red Cross nurse writes down the last words of a British...

A Red Cross nurse writes down the last words of a British soldier, WWI.

Paul Thompson

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:That there’s some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,A body of England’s, breathing English air,Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brook 1914

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