
Intervention on a mail art envelope. Painting that reminded me of the sweet acid poem THIS BE THE VERSE written by Philip Larkin. It was Lavona Sherarts who introduced me to this poem in 1995. She mailed a copy of the poem to all her kids. It made me very silent. Education is a kind of hara kiri sword, I guess.
THIS BE THE VERSE
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
PHILIP LARKIN (1922-1985)
Poem from High Windows, published in 1974
Personal delivery mail to Les amis du square Armand Steurs in Belgium.
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