‘How He Died’ was an old hardback book of (very) indifferent colonial poetry when I found it on the $1 table of a local second hand store. The gold embossed cloth binding with it’s Art Nouveau design on the spine was an attraction, and the title had possibilities. I chose it as a repository for the clippings I had amassed concerning Kurt Cobain, as a man and as an icon. Initially I removed a lot of pages, thinking I would not have enough material to fill such a fat book, but I was wrong. As it is twenty years today since he died, I am sharing a small selection from the book.
“The mere fact of dying..” was in the original text of the book. Despite the dire verse, I salvaged and used bits of the old text in places throughout my new version. Whatever else any one says about Kurt Cobain (which is a lot), he sure rocked a frock on occasion.
After my drastic pruning of pages at the start of the process, I added some back in, including these black ones, which are mainly dedicated to quotes about the Buddhist concept of ‘nirvana’, but also another poem which refers to the band and the concept.
Of course, my favourite quote found a place. I’ve put the last few pages that I photographed today into a gallery.
I was planning to write something deep and meaningful for today’s post, but there’s not much I could say that I haven’t thought before and included in this altered book. I might share some more of it sometime.
This last image is from a different altered book – “Escape”, which is dedicated to the theme of creativity. It was a rather ghastly mid-century novel before I got to it…
April 5 1994