Pure Love -- On Heath's Passing

Michael, Kurt, River, Owen and Heath
What were they doing?
Alone in a moment when no one was watching.
How could they get themselves into these messes?
Suicide? OD? Tragic twist of circumstances?

Pushed.
To the edge.

These are the most loved men in the world.
And it seems they just don't love the world back.
These beautiful people
And they don't really want to be here.

Dying in the adoring.
All of us loving them and yet they die or are dying alone.
We love the glamour of who we think they are
And right before our media-ted eyes
Our heroes are falling.

Can we let our grown men cry?
Can we let our heroes share their wounds?
And let them be loved just for that.

Before we frighten them away and lose another.

Comments

[lungfish]

It is sad, indeed.
How many of these guys would still die if big Media weren't running their lives? Who can live up to a manufactured image on a screen? And where is one more likely to be surrounded by hangers-on, exploiters, crooks and maladjusted folks than in the media world?
In some ways it is ineivitable that the cross section of society that reflects those who destroy themselves will include the media industry. So maybe this is all consistent with the dozens of men and a few women that will kill themselves this month and we will never even know their names...
It is sad though. Wasteful.
Is it collatoral damage from the Bush era, created by a sense of doom arising from our troubled times having its effect on vulnerable minds? Maybe.
Is it an inability to maintain the sense of illusion that all is well if the money is flowing and the adoration is continous? Maybe.
Is it a cumulative effect of all the above plus the internal rollercoaster that accompanies a drug habit? Maybe...
The only thing for certain is that it is sad when life appears to be an inescapable box rather than an unlimited and beautiful view.