Death as poetry :)

    I love talking about mortality. Mortality is so precious yet often overlooked, or ignored, or swept under the doorstep. Humans fear mortality collectively, yet is personal in nature. That is what is so interesting about comparing Martin, Komenyaka, and Turner. There is difference in how mortality effects them all, how killing effects them all. Honestly they all approach killing with a solemn melancholy with a hint of nostalgia. I think that may be a human tendency though. Mortality hits you harder if you kill. Your own mortality is pinched closer to your mind if you take someone else's. In the Brian Turner poem "Sadiq" Brian Turner says that no matter what killing should make break your heart despite god, and adrenaline. Of course there is a despair in playing creator, and snuffing out someone's life with the pull of a trigger, yet there is also perhaps even more despair in knowing that it could have been you on the other side of the bullet. Mortality is poetic in this way, and it is not. I've always seen it as poetic. All men must die so all of the living must let go of them. Shed them, but remember them. It's probably the hugest paradox emotionally. All of the people I've known who've died it's been interesting. Unreal even. Almost when you realize they're gone it's like walking into a dream state. You say "oh" because you're amazed at death, but part of the "oh" is wait they're gone. I like to focused on the amazing part of "Oh." For death being such a large part of life, it is peculiar how Americans pay so little attention to it in certain light. :)