Roger McGough

(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

Survivor


Everyday,
I think about dying.
About disease, starvation,
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  • Sandra Pettersen (3/25/2014 7:49:00 AM)

    I read the comments, and I see some of you talk about the humor, and the fact that you laugh when reading this poem. But what I can't see is the humor. I think this is a serious poem that in the last stanza says it helps keep my mind off things. and that makes the theme in the poem, the importance of global challenges. and that it makes every other problem and challenge small compared to global challenges that we face every day. In the song When we stand together by Nickelback they say that we can just turn of the TV and move on in our everyday lifes and don't even care about the wars an casualties happening in counties far away. We don't think about that the civilians in those countries have to live with war going on all around them all the time. We could feed a starving wold with what we throw away. But all we serve is empty words also says something about the western culture and our luxury compared to many countries and people living in poverty. What if you were living in poverty in a county drowning in wars and didn't have enough food to feed your family, seeing your friends die fighting for your country or religious belief, wouldn't you be jealous of the people living in peace in wealthy countries? (Report) Reply

  • Astrid Heitmann (11/16/2013 8:52:00 AM)

    We humans often have very narrow perspectives. We are concerned with our own little problems. The person in the poem mention global challenges. And that he uses to think about these in order to get his mind of things. He´s very selfish, living in his own little bubble not able to lift his eyes in order to see things in a wider perspective. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (8/9/2012 7:03:00 PM)

    Im litterally rolling over myself laughing at this one, through the shear morbidness of the subject Mr McGough talks about critical issues and how they are reduced to a farce because the human mind can not think of the bigger picture

    It reminds me of a quote (I forget who) people will get upset over the death of one person but 6 million all they will do is shrug. this poem reminds me of that statement (Report) Reply

  • Chris Thomas (1/15/2009 1:56:00 PM)

    Hi everyone, I have only just happened upon this sight. Loved Survivor! The depressing lines were overcome by the humour. Made me look forward more to dying, now that's when you can really start to live! I think it's fantastic being so lucky, even though if I had a swimming pool, it would probably go on fire! (Report) Reply

  • Astral Shepherd (12/16/2005 2:55:00 PM)

    it is a slice of real life displayed here, how often am i overwhelmed by the immediate, the electric being turned off, not enough to feed my family of six, four bald tires on an ’82 Renault, and to top it all, being made redundant. Those are things that weigh one down. (Report) Reply

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