Ten years ago I first met him at the Elster Con weekend in Leipzig, in June 1998. I was not interested in Science Fiction and just accompanied a friend of mine, a publisher and bookseller. So I never read a line of him before, his name meant nothing to me. On that sunday, strolling around on my own, I accidentally bumped into him at St. Thomas Church and we spent the day together, visited a Max Liebermann exhibition at the Museum of Art, had lunch at Auerbach's Keller and talked a lot about art, imagination & life. For me he was not the famous author and critic then, but one of those rare inspiring and intensive chance acquaintanceships, one of the most versatile and spirited minds I ever met.
Thomas Disch committed suicide three days ago. Independence Day.
Rest in peace, Tom. 
Thomas M. Disch (2.2.1940 - 4.7.2008)
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a rebours
Ich mach ein Lied aus Stille. Ich mach ein Lied aus Licht. So geh ich in den Winter. Und so vergeh ich nicht. Eva Strittmatter, Vor einem Winter…
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get a.head
And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an…
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and next year's words await another voice
Closed doors. Fallen by the wayside, once, twice, too often. The unexpected suicide of someone close, yet not close enough. Chapters I closed,…
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