#PIGSARSE

[saintbeckett]

He sits proudly....

He sits proudly….

…..we’re in safe hands…..?

[swamp-cabbage-man]

Vers de Société | PHILIP LARKIN

My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps   You’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend.   Day comes to an end. The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.   And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I’m afraid— Funny how hard it is to be alone. I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,   Holding a glass of washing sherry, canted   Over to catch the drivel of some bitch   Who’s read nothing but Which; Just think of all the spare time that has flown Straight into nothingness by being filled   With forks and faces, rather than repaid   Under a lamp, hearing the noise of wind,   And looking out to see the moon thinned   To an air-sharpened blade. A life, and yet how sternly it’s instilled All solitude is selfish. No one now Believes the hermit with his gown and dish   Talking to God (who’s gone too); the big wish   Is to have people nice to you, which means   Doing it back somehow. Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines Playing at goodness, like going to church? Something that bores us, something we don’t do well   (Asking that ass about his fool research)   But try to feel, because, however crudely,   It shows us what should be? Too subtle, that. Too decent, too. Oh hell, Only the young can be alone freely. The time is shorter now for company, And sitting by a lamp more often brings Not peace, but other things. Beyond the light stand failure and remorse   Whispering Dear Warlock-Williams: Why, of course—

[darthweef]

German Beer, Schweitzer Haxe & Drunken David Shenanigans will be all on the agenda tonight. #pigsarse (at Jagerhaus German Restaurant)