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[rm]

I just found out one of the most creative and complex people I've ever met killed himself today. I didn't know him that well I guess, even if he was the sort of guy I saw all the time out and about for years and years (we knew each other from clubs and parties and business, and he stood me up on a date once, but he was articulate and elegant and we were going to put together a society of fine diners who went out to all of the great New York restaurants in our ridiculous gothic and historical finery, but be well-behaved, fabulous tippers, the sort of people you wanted to swoop into your restaurant and delineate it as a happening and unique place) -- it's one of those things where on the one hand you lament not having known the person better and on the other I suppose you wish that there was less of a history there to mourn. Funny to think it matters, but he was the first person I ever drank absinthe with.

I don't really know what to say about it, because I'm still processing. I am also necessarily skittish about talking about the dead, just because of history and the way I've seen people be petty and strident over grief as if it were a matter of intellectual property rights.

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[drfardook.livejournal.com]

I am also necessarily skittish about talking about the dead, just because of history and the way I've sen peopel be petty and strident over grief as if it were a matter of intellectual property rights.

I completely understand and what you wrote in the past about grief was helpful to me.

Just hoping that things are as well as can be given the circumstances.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I just realized you might know him too. If you've not heard, and you did know him, it was D'drennan.

thank you.

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry.

[deslea.livejournal.com]

I am also necessarily skittish about talking about the dead, just because of history and the way I've seen people be petty and strident over grief as if it were a matter of intellectual property rights.

That sounds very familiar. *nods*

And I'm sorry about your friend.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

I'm stunned, but not surprised.

I wish I could find a photo of something like Delchi's walking stick on line, because I've only got little pieces of his (I'm photographing my St. Eve absinthe spoon, to upload as a post, but that's just a little graceful thing, and unless you see some of the major pieces, you don't get the proper perspective).

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I looked and looked around online, but there really aren't any good shots of most of it... I found some beautiful but really sad pictures of him associated with his online journal (which was one of the most awful things I've ever read)... but yeah.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

We copied some of them, and Soren posted a few in his journal.

Damn damn damn.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I saw, I grabbed all the pictures from that site last night too, not knowing how long it may or may remain in existence.

I've been listening to a lot of music that doesn't really connect withthat scene, but seems to help. As you expressed elsewhere, I too hope that the art, both what was in his workshop and what people have acquired over the years is preserved, but if people make the choice not to, after listening to the Minstrel Boy over and over again at work, I'm somewhat prepared to accept that choice. It's all very fucking complicated though, isn't it?

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

we were going to put together a society of fine diners who went out to all of the great New York restaurants in our ridiculous gothic and historical finery, but be well-behaved, fabulous tippers, the sort of people you wanted to swoop into your restaurant and delineate it as a happening and unique place

Ah, damn.

Perhaps we still should.

[janoux.livejournal.com]

please do...i would make at least one pilgrimage back. and perhaps it would be a catalyst for me to visit more often.

thank you for calling me, and thank kat as well.