SPRING-TIME SUICIDE AND IDLE PROMISES
The suicide season is upon us. Why people commit suicide in the Spring season more than the winter season I have no real idea. I can only think that it is because of idle promises and the inevitable let-downs. Too many political elections are held in the warming days of Spring. Too many hopes are hyped yet again. Too few spuds are involved and too few sustainable gardens. Too many over-spun-spuds are but bad apples. Too few leaves are green.
Too little warmth from the sun is really felt for the winter time-coming. Too much frost and cost left over from the summer-gone.
But "Everyday I see a new born baby cry, I touch a leaf and see the sky ....
We gotta get out of this place ..... the last thing we ever do .... HOPE.....
Suicide is not the last thing.
Summer IS coming
And
If I am lucky
So am I.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
ReplyDeleteLilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Spring certainly does give many people that sinking feeling.
But the darling buds of May will continue me old Toby.
ReplyDeleteGood on you.
'tis true.
ReplyDeleteMy bad moods generally last about an hour, so Spring doesn't have that negative effect on me. In fact, I'm counting the days until it is warm enough to swim in the sea.
Ask Yellow Duck about that .... Albert Camus? A sun guy with the sea and the beach.
ReplyDeleteBTW : Did we ever lose the seasons?
It's all about not crying in funerals. When that happens you know you're going to kill people.
ReplyDeleteAll Irish to me
ReplyDeleteWe must never give up hope! Just now I'm giving what support I can by e-mail to a friend who is sitting at home afraid to go out and saying his world is collapsing around him. Oh dear....
ReplyDeleteToby, I tend to laugh rather than cry at funerals. I won't be having one myself - just private rubbish disposal.
Funerals are essentially comic occasions - so much poorly performed ceremonial and mediocre memorialising. Copious humbug, too. I once gave the 'eulogy' at a relative's funeral, and did it quite well I believe - but all the time I was thinking what a frightful drip he was!
ReplyDeleteBut smash those bottles on the gravestones of the gravediggers and live while you can !
ReplyDeleteAnticant, thank you - I've attended a number of funerals and, perhaps as a coping mechanism, I always found plenty to make me grin. Which sounds awful - but signs of humour at a funeral are signs of life, warmth and humanity (and perhaps a sprinkling of cynicism) as far as I'm concerned.
ReplyDeleteTrousers
ReplyDeleteEdwardian born but
Dressed to the Left
And was a bit awful
We missed him
premature
I think we should all write obituaries before those other pricks do it for us.
How much do I owe you Zola?
ReplyDeleteActually, Spring fills me with such a deep,deep sadness......i feel so sad today - ahh! diddums........
ReplyDeleteSpring gives me a great lift, tempered by the occasional moment of sweet melancholy. I wouldn't have it any other way.
ReplyDeleteTrousers - you got a thing going with msmelancholy.........?
ReplyDeleteZola, are 'dressed to the left' and 'other pricks' relevant here or just Freudian?.
ReplyDeleteBetter that than dressing to the right peeking out at Jung methinks
ReplyDeletelavender, you are SO NAUGHTY!!!!
ReplyDelete*winks*
Trousers : Please get your spelling in order
ReplyDelete"winks"
Zola, you're almost as naughty as lavender - if such a thing were possible....
ReplyDeleteyou think this naughty ??????
ReplyDeleteDamn it are you so middle class.
I'll show you naughty.
Do naughty i do.
I'm hardly middle class - just refined and sensitive ;-). Mind you I'm all for a bit of naughtiness.
ReplyDeleteHello,
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Thanks for your Blog.