(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
But who shall so forecast the years
And find in loss a gain to match?
Or reach a hand thro’ time to catch
The far-off interest of tears?
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown’d,
Let darkness keep her raven gloss:
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with death, to beat the ground,
Than that the victor Hours should scorn
The long result of love, and boast,
‘Behold the man that loved and lost,
But all he was is overworn.’
In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Put aside the strange version of Michael Jackson we have become familiar with. Instead, on the day after his death, remember the things that made him amazing, that really made him the King of Pop. Remember the moon walk, the Thriller video, the little boy who had more soul than a grown man.
I’ll leave you with my favourite Michael Jackson song, ever (even if it is with the Jackson 5…)
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