Tristan Hazell lives and works in the shadow of the Westway on Portobello Road. What follows is a collection of observations, reviews, social comment, fiction, poetry, art criticism and more. Much of it is fiction and some of it will offend someone somewhere, I hope.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

ON DEATH.




Death is a punctuation mark.
A full stop.
Death states the obvious.

A full stop.
The full stop defines nothing, 

it is merely a printers device.
Let us not dwell on punctuation, 

on the full stop
but let us celebrate that which precedes it...
 

Celebrate the life.

Memory has no punctuation.
No full stop.

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