Suicide Bingo

(I’m sorry to say I do not have the source of this- please contact me if you are the author so I can link to you)

3 thoughts on “Suicide Bingo

  1. Efi April 4, 2016 at 22:55 Reply

    A great poem that will not make you feel any better


    Death is the bullies bashing
    against the black walls and roof tiling,
    death is the women being loved
    in the course of onion peeling.

    Death the squalid, unimportant streets
    with their glamorous and pompous names,
    the olive-grove, the surrounding sea, and even
    the sun, death among all other deaths.

    Death the policeman bending over
    to weigh, a “lacking” portion,
    death the harebells on the balcony
    and the teacher with the newspaper.

    Base, Guard, Sixty-man Prevezian Rule.
    On Sunday we’ll listen to the band.
    I’ve taken out a savings booklet,
    my first deposit drachmas thirty one.

    Walking slowly on the quay,
    “do I exist?” you say, and then: “you do not!”
    The ship approaches. The flag is flying.
    Perhaps Mr. Prefect will be coming.

    If at least, among these people,
    one would die of sheer disgust
    silent, bereaved, with humble manners,
    at the funeral we’d all have fun.

    Kostas Karyotakis

  2. The Brain in the Jar April 5, 2016 at 01:51 Reply

    I need to write a post refuting each of these cliches.

    • Francois Tremblay April 5, 2016 at 01:54 Reply

      That’s a lot of cliches to analyze! Well, do link us up if you do.

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