Comments on: This Be Some News For Philip Larkin

By: Suspended

Suspended — Wed, 27 Dec 2017 21:21:13 +0000

“I once considered setting myself on fire”

Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live.

Wonderfully interesting and well written. If I was a Christmas elf, I’d gift you a job at the New Yorker. Well, right after I gave you a big hug.

xxx

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Wed, 27 Dec 2017 08:27:13 +0000

Madame Restora – I didn’t forget about aging parents with dementia. Your parents are lucky you’re willing to care for them. Many more elderly people are shoved into facilities where strangers tend to their needs until they die.

Dj – I’m glad you were able to repair your relationship with your parents! I wish the same for everyone. And I hope we don’t all have to wait until it’s near the end.

Andra – You really are blesses with resilience and a joyful disposition! But you have your son and grandchildren in your life, right?

DR – I’m so very sorry to hear this! If drugs are the problem, I hope you’ve considered your son’s painful predicament. Addiction is terrible. I can’t even stop eating cookies, let alone a substance my body is screaming for. I hope you are able to spend time with your grandchildren. Sending you best wishes for strength and peace of mind. xoxoxo

Mary Liz – I’m so sorry for all of your losses but happy your compassion remains intact. Best wishes to you too! xo

mary – Thank you xoxo

Romeo – You are one lucky motherfucker. xo

By: Romeo

Romeo — Fri, 22 Dec 2017 19:12:27 +0000

Haiku kung-fu!

(I know that shit is from two different cultures, fuck off! It rhymes in English!)

By: Mary Liz

Mary Liz — Thu, 21 Dec 2017 22:38:31 +0000

Like Philip Larkin, I didn’t have kids myself, having witnessed what my parents went through with two seriously screwed-up sons (one schizophrenic, one an addict, both now dead…along with my parents). I spent time over the weekend with friends my age (late 50s) who are dealing with their own emotionally disturbed, suicidal, possibly opiate-using young adult daughter. I found myself with a sympathetic headache and realized that I was suffering for them but also getting insight into my parents, from their point of view via my friends. Before, I’d just seen it as a sibling/daughter. Best wishes to you, Sister Wolf.

By: mary

mary — Thu, 21 Dec 2017 04:18:44 +0000

Wow, DJ such an interesting response. Gives me hope…..Sorry for your pain Sis, I hate how being human means to be so utterly flawed, sometimes it seems like some bad cosmic joke!

By: DR

DR — Thu, 21 Dec 2017 03:48:47 +0000

I read this at least a dozen times. First time nearly took my breath from me. So someone else knows what I feel…and articulated it like I never could. I’ve printed it out and will frame it. The executor of my will has been instructed to get rid of it when I’m gone….I don’t want my estranged son to see it when I’m gone….assuming the drugs he loves so much won’t kill him first. No, he won’t get the house, or the assets….but his sons will. I payed a fortune to cure him….a waste. I made a lot of mistakes, but never intentionally hurt my child. He hates me….I love him, but have detached from him. Sister, you hit it head on..thank you.

By: Andra

Andra — Thu, 21 Dec 2017 03:05:42 +0000

Oh Sister, that’s just too depressing for words.
Happily, I’ve been spared Philip Larkin and his horrible story.
You have to make your own happiness, in spite of everything.
Shit happens – plenty of shit has happened in my life but I still wake up every morning delighted to be alive and ready to live another day.
Love, or maybe just like, is the answer.
And remember, every day above ground is a good day. It’s up to you!
Love and kisses

By: Dj

Dj — Wed, 20 Dec 2017 22:50:41 +0000

I experienced tons of emotional stress from my parents who had their own demons, monsters, sadness, regrets etc. I wanted to die when I was 12. I hated them both in my teens but had to keep it together because my mother often went off the rails with pills. Could t wait to go to college to get away from them. Felt mentally safer in 1980s NYC than at home. But, toward the end, I could cuss them out for their bad behavior and they listened. I had more fun with them than half the people I knew. I cried an entire year after my emotionally battered mother died. I miss both of them everyday….

By: Madam Restora

Madam Restora — Wed, 20 Dec 2017 12:25:27 +0000

Someone, can’t remember who but they had traction, once said that past the age of 35 you can no longer blame your woes on your parents or upbringing. My parents both have dementia now, to differing degrees. Now I am their parent. You forgot about that part. It makes you love them all over again. It’s a tres complicated relationship, that’s for sure.