Lament, by Karl Parkinson, and How Other People’s Writing Gives me Joy and Tears

“The greatest love we can have is for the suffering youth.”

Lament, by Karl Parkinson, was written as a eulogy for his much missed nephew, Graham Parkinson.  It is so beautiful, sad, powerful, this poem is so beautifully made with such heartbreaking honesty, and it’s worth a watch. (be prepared for a bit of a little cry, though)

“It’s your birthday today, and you haven’t gotten older.”

There are echos of so many stories in this, because grief, though individual and personal, is huge and universal.  This poem is a broken heart- raw and savage and so delicately beautiful.

“You are not in things…you are in us.”

find out more about Karl Parkinson here:

http://www.irishtimes.com/culture/books/karl-parkinson-the-first-working-class-writer-out-of-the-blocks-1.2738974

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