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Some French philosopher put a lot of effort into studying suicide and came to the conclusion that the motivation was "incompetence." ...
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Some French philosopher put a lot of effort into studying suicide and came to the conclusion that the motivation was "incompetence." No philosopher is ever going to write a one word treatise, so he didn't leave it at that. It makes sense though. You want to die because you think you're not competent to live. But you don't have to stay incompetent. You just have to find where your niche is at - where you fit into the scheme of things.
If you were beautiful or rich things would be different, right? Actually, they wouldn't. Beautiful and rich people self-destruct just as readily as poor ugly folks. Beauty and wealth - to those who possess them - are liabilities, not assets.
Tennyson argues the case in a poem called Two Voices (originally called The Thoughts of a Suicide) His argument was so effective it is said to have caused one of his editors to kill himself.
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?"
Then to the still small voice I said;
"Let me not cast in endless shade
What is so wonderfully made".
It's a long poem. You can find it here:
http://www.gradesaver.com/tennysons-p...
At the end he hears a faint, sweeter voice.
"What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?" I cried.
"A hidden hope," the voice replied
That's the answer. Any thoughts you have are only valid at this point in time. Life extends through time, through many phases and many circumstances. "Life is a dynamic equilibrium in a polyphasic system" (I didn't invent that expression - you can google it)
Evolution works for the genes - the species - the individual is disposable. You're on your own. Each of us is a crucible for a particular set of genes, a survival experiment. You probably heard about the "selfish" gene. Life's a competition: genes which confer the best survival strategies win: they make it into future generations. Suicide is an evolutionary message telling you that your genes are not carrying survival strategies that work. You're a failed experiment, so get out of the gene pool. Okay, I'm kidding -- but not much.
You only know you're "incompetent" at this particular time in these particular circumstances. Many people who nearly slit their throats in youth went on to succeed and reached great heights. You can't know the future. Ugly duckings turn into swans. Tadpoles grow wings*. It's irrational to take the decision that it's all over. The better decision is to live a little longer and to change your life completely. Move elsewhere, meet new people - and avoid the toxic ones you already know - live a different life. Maybe your genes aren't so bad. They might work in different circumstances, when you're older and wiser. (*People will pay money to see a flying frog.)
There's no point in killing yourself to hurt others. They won't be as upset as you think they should be. The people who will be hurt, who won't get over your death so easily, are the people you never intended to hurt, the people who have a lot invested in you - your parents, teachers, siblings, friends..
Suicide is burning your Birthday Presents without opening them. So the going can be tough sometimes. You have this gift, you might as well see what can be done with it.
Any old lady or gent will tell you they thought about suicide when young - most people have - but they won't tell you that life has been a disappointment, that they never had exciting times, adventures, love-affairs, or that they wish their children and grandchildren had never been born. None will say,"Go on, do it, I wish I'd done it." What they will say is, "I wish I could be young and live my life over again. Think yourself lucky, duckie." That's not advice, it's the truth.
Statistically you ARE lucky to be here. The average man creates a greater number of sperm that the number of people that have EVER lived. More than 500 billion. Work out the odds.
What Bukowski knew was that thinking about suicide is cathartic - and very different from actually doing it. It was part of his legend. "Thus by feigned deaths to die" as John Donne put it.
What medics call "parasuicide" is self-harm when dying isn't the real plan. Unfortunately parasuicide is a bad habit. Those who do it are more likely to die in the end. I've seen this worded "are likely to be successful" but that's loose thinking. They're not "successful" because they never intended to do it for real, they were trying to be more convincing. To find out how medical personnel view parasuicides, read this. It's called "Suicide and the Emergency Room" from "Blue Days, Black Nights" by Ron Nyswaner.
http://www.ralphmag.org/DX/suicide.html
Linda and Charles Bukowski were photographed by Christopher Felver.
The other photographs were by Michael Montfort, who published a an album of Bukowski pictures.
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"Σώπα, μη μιλάς , είναι ντροπή κόψε τη φωνή σου σώπασε επιτέλους κι αν ο λόγος είναι αργυρός η σιωπή ειναι ... χρυσός.
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"Σώπα, μη μιλάς , είναι ντροπή κόψε τη φωνή σου σώπασε επιτέλους κι αν ο λόγος είναι αργυρός η σιωπή ειναι ... χρυσός.
Τα πρώτα λόγια που άκουσα από παιδί έκλαιγα, γέλαγα, έπαιζα μου λέγανε: "σώπα" . Στο σχολείο μού κρύψαν την αλήθεια τη μισή, μου λέγανε : "εσένα τι σε νοιάζει ; Σώπα! "Με φιλούσε το πρώτο αγόρι που ερωτεύτηκα και μου έλεγε : "κοίτα μην πείς τίποτα, σσσσ....σώπα! "Κόψε τη φωνή σου και μη μιλάς, σώπαινε.........
Και αυτό βάσταξε μέχρι τα εικοσί μου χρόνια.Ο λόγος του μεγάλου η σιωπή του μικρού.Έβλεπα αίματα στο πεζοδρόμιο,"Τι σε νοιάζει εσένα;", μου λέγανε,"θα βρείς το μπελά σου, σώπα".Αργότερα φωνάζανε οι προϊστάμενοι"Μη χώνεις τη μύτη σου παντού, κάνε πως δεν καταλαβαίνεις ,σώπα"Παντρεύτηκα , έκανα παιδιά , η γυναίκά μου ήταν τίμια κι εργατική και ήξερε να σωπαίνει.Είχε μάνα συνετή , που της έλεγε "Σώπα".Σε χρόνια δίσεκτα οι γονείς, οι γείτονες με συμβουλεύανε :"Μην ανακατεύεσαι, κάνε πως δεν είδες τίποτα. Σώπα"Μπορεί να μην είχαμε με δ'αύτους γνωριμίες ζηλευτές, με τους γειτονες, μας ένωνε , όμως, το Σώπα.Σώπα ο ενας,σώπα ο άλλος σώπα οι επάνω, σώπα η κάτω,σώπα όλη η πολυκατοικία και όλο το τετράγωνο.Σώπα οι δρόμοι οι κάθετοι και οι δρόμοι οι παράλληλοι.Κατάπιαμε τη γλώσσά μας.Στόμα έχουμε και μιλιά δεν έχουμε.Φτιάξαμε το σύλλογο του "Σώπα".και μαζευτηκαμε πολλοιμία πολιτεία ολόκληρη, μια δύναμη μεγάλη ,αλλά μουγκή!Πετύχαμε πολλά,φτάσαμε ψηλά, μας δώσανε παράσημα,τα πάντα κι όλα πολύ.Ευκολα , μόνο με το Σώπα. Μεγάλη τέχνη αυτό το "Σώπα".Μάθε το στη γυναίκα σου,στο παιδί σου,στην πεθερά σουκι όταν νιώσεις ανάγκη να μιλήσεις ξερίζωσε τη γλώσσά σουκαι κάν'την να σωπάσει.Κόψ'την σύρριζα. Πέτα την στα σκυλιά.Το μόνο άχρηστο όργανο από τη στιγμή που δεν το μεταχειρίζεσαι σωστά.Δεν θα έχεις έτσι εφιάλτες , τύψεις κι αμφιβολίες.Δε θα ντρέπεσαι τα παιδιά σου και θα γλιτώσεις απο το βραχνά να μιλάς ,χωρίς να μιλάς να λές "έχετε δίκιο,είμαι σαν κι εσάς"Αχ! Πόσο θα 'θελα να μιλήσω ο κερατάς.και δεν θα μιλάς ,θα γίνεις φαφλατάς ,θα σαλιαρίζεις αντί να μιλάς .Κόψε τη γλώσσά σου, κόψ'την αμέσως.Δεν έχεις περιθώρια.Γίνε μουγκός. Αφού δε θα μιλήσεις , καλύτερα να το τολμησεις Κόψε τη γλώσσά σου.Για να είσαι τουλάχιστον σωστός στα σχέδια και στα όνειρά μουανάμεσα σε λυγμούς και σε παροξυσμούς κρατώ τη γλώσσά μου,γιατί νομίζω πως θα'ρθει η στιγμή που δεν θα αντέξω και θα ξεσπάσω και δεν θα φοβηθώ και θα ελπίζω και κάθε στιγμή το λαρύγγι μου θα γεμίζω με ένα φθόγγο , με έναν ψιθυρο , με ένα τραύλισμα , με μια κραυγή που θα μου λεει: ΜΙΛΑ!....
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