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Originally posted by jean View PostI think he really believes that the existence of Grayson Perry is weirder.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View PostWell quite.
Plenty of folk in the past likely had "better" lives than many do now.
Back to the OP, it seems to me that the behaviour in the OP is just one of a range of extreme and understandable reactions to a very difficult life event, and by no means the most damaging, and I would include self damage in that.
And I find it difficult to understand why it might be considered 'disturbing'. Why would that behaviour disturb us? Maybe I'm being very subjective, but the only 'disturbing' feeling would be if we (I?) felt at risk of something physical, no?
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Originally posted by Pabmusic View PostAre you somehow suggesting that it's not 'weird' to have most of you children die in infancy?
I still don't understand why you think that ours is 'the weirdest of times'.
As to your second question maybe best we don't 'go there' as jean's post indicates that there is clearly a difference of view here what what constitutes 'weirdness' so there is little or no chance of any mutual understanding about that, anyway?
Even the dictionary can't help here ...
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As a child, I had a copy of a Victorian volume called The Little Folks' Birthday Book.
I couldn't really understand at the time why so many of the verses accompanying each day's entry referred to death. One was Keats's
I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving;
Sweet little red feet! why should you die -
Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why?
A second:
Fare thee well, our last and fairest!
Dear wee Willie, fare thee well!
God, who lent thee, hath recalled thee
Back with him and his to dwelL
Fifteen moons their silver lustre
Only o'er thy brow had shed,
When thy spirit joined the seraphs
And thy dust the dead.
And a third, slightly adapted from a source I've just found:
My little one, my sweet one, thy crib is empty now
Where oft I wiped the dews away which gathered on thy brow;
No more amid the sleepless nights I smooth thy pillow fair,
'Tis smooth indeed - but rest no more
Thy darling features there.
There were more, but the book is long lost.
I used to wonder, a child myself, why anyone would give something so lugubrious to a child. I realised later that many of the birthdays the Victorian child would have to record would be of little brothers and sisters who'd died.
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Originally posted by doversoul View PostIt puzzles me rather. Do you find it so difficult to imagine what it is like for parents to lose a young child, maybe in a very regrettable circumstance? It probably means nothing whatsoever to the parents if their behaviour disturbs other people. I often wonder how those parents go on living without going completely mad or killing themselves.
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Originally posted by jean View PostThe great thing about Grayson Perry is that he is not weird at all.
but he is very "bloke"
I do think that his performance overshadows his art
BUT back to weirdness
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Originally posted by jean View PostI realised later that many of the birthdays the Victorian child would have to record would be of little brothers and sisters who'd died.
But we can't guess what lies behind 'strange behaviour' whenever we come across it.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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As a child I remember my grandmother telling me that, a year or two before she was born, her parents had lost a little girl. My grandmother was christened the same name as her deceased sibling. My grandmother recalled being disturbed at having to visit the grave of a young girl whose headstone bore her own name.
My great-grandfather (from the other side of the family) had an elder brother who died very young. Another, successive, sibling was given exactly the same name (including middle name) as the dead boy. This sibling also died young, and a third boy child was subsequently given exactly the same name. This third child survived into old age.
Different times.
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Originally posted by Tapiola View PostAs a child I remember my grandmother telling me that, a year or two before she was born, her parents had lost a little girl. My grandmother was christened the same name as her deceased sibling. My grandmother recalled being disturbed at having to visit the grave of a young girl whose headstone bore her own name.
My great-grandfather (from the other side of the family) had an elder brother who died very young. Another, successive, sibling was given exactly the same name (including middle name) as the dead boy. This sibling also died young, and a third boy child was subsequently given exactly the same name. This third child survived into old age.
Different times.[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]
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Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View PostDidn't this also happen to Beethoven - his parents had had another son previously, whom they had named Ludwig; both boys named after their paternal grandfather (which might explain many of these incidents)?
An anecdote from country NSW in 1922. I found it in a local history book on my aunt's shelf. The family in question became a friend of my father through the surviving son in this story.
1922 and a record heatwave in outback NSW. A child is born on a remote farm (without cars, all were remote, but this was 750km south west of Sydney). Six weeks later, close to Christmas 1922, the most intense heatwave hits the area and the family is living in a corrugated iron hut, along with a couple of other children. These iron huts are hot beyond description and the child dies at 6 weeks of age. The father fashions a coffin from wood found on the property and before he has it ready for the child's burial there is a sudden change in the weather; so cold that the fuel stove has to be lit to keep the family warm. A dreadful story.
The next child survived and he became my father's school/lifelong friend. They're still made of strong stuff in the 'bush' in Australia!!
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Originally posted by jean View PostThe great thing about Grayson Perry is that he is not weird at all.
Just listen, instead of taking comfort from your own feelings or normality. You'll be all the better for it.
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