||en route from
sunbury to philadelphia we detoured to visit the
kavage family plot in yorkville, high on a
lonely hill. i enjoy
graveyards but suspect their days are
numbered as digital media dematerializes the
world. inter-net (get it? verb!) is the
ultimate mausoleum as we build monuments
to ourselves daily, dead as soon as we click
send. anyway, epitaphs are good
for a laugh. the names here seemed
spun out of a european centrifuge, many slavs
and french. for example, TOUT.
that means all, as in peggy lee's song. JOURNEE--a day.
what more poetic summation of a life? and STONE? perhaps
the moniker will outlast the material as
long as it's etched in some rememberer's heart.