The force of Mount Eerie’s songs approximately his wife’s death shows how diminutive we usually expose ourselves to the reality of loss On a whim last week I decided to go to a concert of an artist I didn’t know much approximately, playing just up the road from my house. He’s an American singer who in the publicity photos was climbing a mountain in a fisherman’s sweater carrying a baby bundled to his chest. It looked cold where he was.
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A week after you died a package with your name on it came
And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed
A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now
You were thinking ahead to a future you must possess known deep down would not include you[br]Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding downAs long as he’s singing approximately her she has a sort of existence Related: The final act of treasure: 'I knew I wanted to keep him with me' Related: Mount Eerie review – truth defeats beauty on stark songs of death Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com