(Also published at The Agonist)
You know an event has been woven into the fabric of our culture and our consciousness when it's been reduced to parody via the fertile mind of an artist or six. So it has become with 9.11, which so many would have us believe is some sort of holy, inviolable day of remembrance. For some, it is...and there's certainly nothing wrong with that. For those who lost friends and loved ones, the pain of 9.11 remains an open wound. I lost a friend in one of the Twin Towers, but while 9.11 still holds many melancholy memories, I no longer feel the need to share them publicly. There will be no remembrance here this year, primarily because there are many who will provide these remembrances in far more eloquently than I could hope to. I am profoundly sad today, but my remembrance will remain within the confines of my memory. There have been more than enough tears. For me, and for my healing, it's time to be less public and more private in how I process my grief. Not that my heart will not be very heavy today....
If you're so inclined, you can get your fix of truly terrible 9.11 art here. Blasphemy is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder....
