My Beautiful Wickedness

High Windows
June 26, 2007, 9:19 pm
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Yeah, while I’m on the midlife crisis kick, have some Philip Larkin. Think well upon the last stanza, not the headlong plunge that always seems to lay like a funhouse slide before the young but the graceful endless arcing upward.

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s fucking her and she’s
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives–
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That’ll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.


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This is pretty good, but King Solomon’s midlife crisis writings stand head and shoulders, to me, above all others.

The imagery of the words “dust”, “chasing after the wind”, “meaningless”, “nothing new under the sun” – these are put together so flawlessly that none can compare.

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