Saturday, November 01, 2014

Marking Seven Years Since Meredith Was Taken From Her Family And Friends

Posted by Our Main Posters

They all mark this date every year, we know.

Final justice for Meredith now seems very close at hand, and with measures in Italian university cities to clamp down on student drug-use and measures in American colleges to monitor students in foreign exchange schemes a lot more closely, many others will be made a little safer resulting from this sad affair.

Poster Hopeful offers the poem below and for those who only came to know about Meredith lately this group of posts may move you a lot.

Funny, kind, charismatic, ambitious to make her mark for mankind, and unstinting in hard work. We will need so many more like Meredith in probable tough times going forward. Watching over them is something we all need to do.

Sound of Seasons

Meredith, all these pleasures
You will miss as surely
As the next spring
Arrives in unfailing sequence,
The limitless seasons
Over and over like tireless waves
Rekissing the shore.

All these you miss, destroyed by death,
Your eyes unseeing
What even the smallest bird on earth

Oh dearest, hearts are breaking for you,
That all your dreaming is gone,
That you seem lifeless as the stone,
Your laughing body and ambient wit
Disappeared into thin air,
Your mellow eyes with big chivalric stare
Shut to this earth,

But where where
Can we find anything to replace you
In this tired earth?
What joy or power or jewel
Would compensate
For your deft lineage stricken from the rolls
Of life?

There is an answer, a drum roll. Hear it
Announcing sound.
Sound is the purest mark of your legacy,
Sounds sounds all sorts of sounds
Unseen yet constantly around us.
If you listen closely to your own breathing
you will hear it push a little sigh
Over your hovering ears.
Whish, the wind blows wherever it pleases. Life is in the breath.

Meredith you are dancing again
In the music that we hear.
You are sound’s daughter
Splashing again in the waves
Of the Sea of Truth.

Dawn rises to stir the wind with the sun.
Your voice rustles the air
With your varied presence.
It is so sweet.
Your speech is breathing
The breath of nations,
Like air air
Entering the body
As life entered the Garden.

Posted by Our Main Posters on 11/01/14 at 07:28 PM in Concerning Meredith

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I went to my yard tonight. It’s been 2 degrees the last few days in Toronto. But there still are roses blooming on our bush. It was a nice day of remembrance for Meredith. Next year, may justice have been served.

Posted by Ergon on 11/02/14 at 07:41 AM | #

Justice for Meredith is coming soon.

Posted by thundering on 11/02/14 at 01:16 PM | #

When I think of the beautiful life that was taken away from Meredith it sickens me, it seems so unfair and cruel.  As a parent, my heart aches for the Kerchers and their unimaginable pain.  Until they are reunited in the afterlife I hope that the imprisonment of Knox and Sollecito next year gives them some sense of satisfaction.

Posted by MHILL4 on 11/02/14 at 04:07 PM | #

She has found peace. She has found that what we value much on earth has no value over there. The concept of virtue and vice, a creation of our own intellectuality, has suddenly disappeared. She has no complaints, no grudges and no bad feelings. She has transcended all these.

Posted by chami on 11/03/14 at 03:38 AM | #

Thank you for this beautiful post and wonderful poem. Rest in peace dear Meredith. Justice is coming very soon.

Posted by Johnny Yen on 11/03/14 at 04:58 AM | #


Very nicely expressed.

Posted by Odysseus on 11/03/14 at 12:37 PM | #

The beautiful rose tribute to Meredith now at the top was created by main poster Via Pergola four years ago after the trial when all seemed said and done and justice for Meredith and her family and friends had arrived.

It resides permanently on this page at the top of the videos suggested by readers over the years, and is played almost daily by someone.

The second video on that page was created by the Finnish rock singer Timo Rusanen who moves around in western Europe. He explained in this post how it came to be. A fellow citizen of the world.

Posted by Peter Quennell on 11/03/14 at 02:55 PM | #

Rest in peace Meredith, a beautiful soul.

Posted by cath on 11/04/14 at 01:50 AM | #

Hopeful, the poem is beautiful - thank you.

RIP Meredith. We will never forget you.

Posted by Earthling on 11/04/14 at 03:48 AM | #

So very beautiful, the poem and music. Thank you for posting this. RIP, Meredith.

Posted by Wascana on 11/04/14 at 05:34 AM | #

Very nice tribute in the Corriere Deel Umbria, translation follows.

Posted by Peter Quennell on 11/05/14 at 12:40 PM | #

Here is the translation kindly done by Karen of the tribute that appeared in Corriere - every year they remember Meredith as do some other Italian media.

Seven Years Ago The Murder Of Meredith Kercher

Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher was a splendid green-eyed girl. She would have celebrated her twentieth birthday on Dec. of that year, 2007. At the beginning of Sept. she arrived in Perugia from London to increase her knowledge of the Italian language. A student at Leeds University, she had composed a very appreciated essay on Dante Alighieri, and the choice to come to Italy was consequential.

Never would she imaged that she was living the last days of her life, and that in her bedroom of Via della Pergola, which she had rented and from where she admired a panorama that in letters to her family, she herself described as breath-taking, she would have been horribly murdered.

Seven years have passed from that chilling Nov. 1st.  She rests in a grave in the cemetery of Croydon, on the outskirts of London. The “presumed” (they remain that way until the Cassazione sentence) responsible for her death- the American Amanda Knox and her co-defendant Raffaele Sollecito-  three years older, were found guilty (spent more than four years in prison), then acquitted and found guilty again (Florence).

Now they await the last hearing in front of the judges of the Supreme Court. Rudy Guede, from the Ivory Coast, class of 1986, the only one found guilty and serving time, is waiting in the prison of Viterbo, for early release, which seems imminent.

Right now the panorama in Via della Pergola has changed, a mud slide, a few meter from the house, blocking car traffic.

Meredith (Mez for family and friends) the night before she died had been happy, very happy. With her English friends she had dressed up to celebrate Halloween and went to disco and pubs in downtown Perugia.  She was dressed up as a vampire. On the left side of her mouth, she painted with a lipstick a trickle of blood, she seems so happy that the minute that she got home, nearly at dawn before going to sleep, tired as she was, she wanted to post on Facebook the pictures taken to show them to the family and friends in London.

Mez woke up in early afternoon, a fast telephone exchange with her father (who was attending business at the bank in London), a fast encounter with Amanda and Raffaele, (they were preparing a plate of spaghetti) and left to go to her seven British friends, waiting for her in Via Boncampi.  A movie, talks and laughs, something to eat (even a sweet threat) and than back home, with a friend.  The last one to see her alive, a little after eight.

Death, whoever kill her, found her between 9 and 11 pm. Her body, nude and covered by a duvet, was found a few minutes after 2 pm on the second of Nov by the police and friends (of which even Amanda and Raffaele), in the room locked (key never found) and blood stained even on the walls and furniture. Time devours everything, but the image of that poor, unfortunate student, it is impossible to erase from our hearts.

Posted by Peter Quennell on 11/06/14 at 02:39 AM | #

As a long time follower and stout supporter of TJMK, as the case finally reaches its just conclusion and as another anniversary arrives, I would also like to record my own reflection on this sad case in the form of a poem. I do hope that it will serve Meredith’s memory well and find some resonance with all my friends on TJMK.

Meredith, RIP.



What kind of impulse warps the mind
And fires the passion then to act?
How quickly spite and hatred bind
Willing hands in a murderous pact?

Meredith had crossed the line,
Seen right through the Knox masquerade,
Borne her sluttish ways for a time,
Then challenged how she had behaved.

None had ever told Knox before,
That she could not do as she liked,
Knox could not have this any more!
She would have to put matters right.

Jealous spite soon paved the way,
For psycho Knox to hatch a plot,
Lured Sollecito and Guede,
To help her stir her witch’s pot.

And when she knew that Meredith,
Would be, defenceless, home alone,
Knox would bring her murderous kith,
To make Mez suffer and atone.

Pinned down and raped by Guede,
Sollecito’s knife at her throat,
Knox, seething in a vengeful rage,
Stabbed her neck with a single stroke.

Then they left her, alone and still,
Locked the doors and then homeward bound,
Not to return again until,
The clean up before Mez was found.

And then the years of denial
And obscene claims of innocence,
Knox and Sollecito’s long trial,
Rife with contradicting defence.

Very soon now, everyone knows,
The Supreme Court will right the wrong,
The Knox/Sollecito Road Shows,
Will then end up where they belong.

So, rest in peace, poor Mez, at last
Know that True Justice is secure,
Long after all this pain is past,
Your sweet memory will endure.

Posted by Mealer on 11/09/14 at 04:13 AM | #

Comments posted here on psychopathy in the light of several new cases now appear below this new post.

Posted by Peter Quennell on 11/10/14 at 08:21 PM | #

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