This Be the Verse
Philip Larkin, “This Be the Verse” from Collected Poems. Used by permission of The Society of Authors as the Literary Representative of the Estate of Philip Larkin.
Source: Collected Poems (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2001)
don’t be cynic. you’re just 23. that’s what they usually tell me when I start explaining aloud my personal point of view on having a child.
(remember that I come from a very traditional rustic family of a provincial area in Italy.
my aunts and uncles just can’t consider the idea of not having your own house, your own family and your own children. there are alternatives, but they are basically perceived as an insult towards traditions.
as for me, I do feel like the guy from Trainspotting. I just don’t feel like choosing this prepacked life format)
let’s be a bit more scientific. let’s switch to some talkative numbers:
- there are 19000 children under 5 that die everyday for avoidable reasons (lack of food, lack of medicines)
- Malaria kills a child somewhere in the world every 30 seconds. It infects 350-500 million people each year, killing 1 million, mostly children in Africa
- in the ex-communist countries in Europe and Asia 15000 children get abandomned every year (the Central Government should look after them)
(these are just some of the statistics you can read on the website of the Unicef)
is it selfish to think that there are many sons to look after in many different ways even without producing your own offspring?
while reading these numbers, I just cannot help myself from echoing D.F.Wallace’s words.
if you’ve never wept and want to, have a child. Break your heart inside (D.F.Wallace)
too cynically cruel? don’t think so. harsh, stiff, but true.
another wicked problem, I’d say. not to solve, just to cope with.
David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)