Surely one's heart could be cut up into pieces have a range of resting
places-or even milled up really fine -of course the scandinavian wind dried
slices appeals -or salt would help preserve -esp if stuck onto a postcard
and sent off ----yes definitely interesting
Have good weekend my little one's be good kid's
P jawing-tacks P the elder
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Sent: 18 November 2005 05:25
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Subject: Re: Where to bury your heart
This was not an uncommon custom in Europe up through the nineteenth century.
Byron's heart was buried in Greece (his body when shipped to England was
declined by Westminster Abbey.) The story that Shelley's heart was kept by
Mary wrapped in a copy of Adonais sounds apocryphal; I don't have the tools
here to investigate the question.
As for me, I have always been attracted by the following bequeathal:
"Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss ... "
-- John Prine
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