Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Are you GREEN?

Isn't the word schadenfreude brilliant?

It means *malicious pleasure in the misfortunes of others* and I'm sure you know why I chose the above picture.

I regularly indulge in a bit of shadenfreude without any guilt feelings whatsoever.

But Envy is different. I hate myself when I feel jealous.
I feared I might be jealous of Friend B and her glittering dinner parties. Then I read in Cosmopolitan that you are only truly jealous of a person if you would like to swap places.

Yikes! I was cured instantly.

Philip Larkin had been a pal of Kingsley Amis at Oxford ......

........ but Kingsley seemed to have much more success in later life.

I think Philip preferred his little fat hairy friend.

Larkin writes to a friend in 1958 .... Kingsley's appearance on Network 3 on Jazz (the first of 6 programmes) has had its obvious effect on me.

"I am a corpse eaten out with envy, impotence, failure, envy, boredom, sloth, snobbery, envy, incompetence, inefficiency, laziness, lechery. envy, fear, baldness, bad circulation, bitterness, envy, sycophancy, deceit, nostalgia etcetera."

G'won Phil don't hold back.

And why should Sven?


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Blogger Dave said...

I suspect the hidden message behind this post has something to do with Association Football. That's why I don't understand it.

11:43 am  
Blogger Murph said...

I blame Philip's parents. And Alistair Darling for selecting Maclaren.

Scadenfreude ist der neues Zeitgeist, by the way.

2:13 pm  
Blogger MJ said...

Which dance move is featured in the bottom pic?

I can't keep up with you trendy Brits.

3:34 pm  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

Schadenfreude ist der Racheengel..
the angel of revenge.

Once upon a time I too was a "corpse eaten out...etcetera."
But I'm OK now.

And in closing I would like to shout out a hardy AMEN to icksnaying the thought of trading lives with What-EV-er losers...
and give up my schadenfreude?

3:37 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Hidden message?? You flatter me.
It was also about great literary figures of the twentieth century.

I often wondered what Phil's mum and dad thought about his famous poem.
It's must be hard to get cross with a bloke called 'Daahling'

It's the *Schadenfreude Stomp* - keep up please.

I shall now add 2 new words to my vocabulary.
Racheengel and icksnaying.
I shall even try icksnaying the Racheengel.

4:44 pm  
Blogger Betty said...

I should imagine that Philip Larkin spent most of his life being consumed by bitter jealousy, and rather enjoyed it.

Sven is of course doing the Glitter Stomp to Waterloo by Abba, which is what Swedes do. A pity he's not wearing the stack heeled lurex boots though.

7:30 pm  
Blogger Geoff said...

Sven's doing the rain dance that Ulrika taught him (she's always loved a sliding tackle).

8:13 pm  
Blogger Old Wom Tigley said...

Hi Kaz
Just playing catch up, looks like I've missed a couple of your posts.. sorry about that. Thanks for visit and giving Jane some support whilst I've been ill. I'll catch up with you again in a bit.

8:24 pm  
Blogger tony said...

The words "Envy" & "Man City" dont really sit they?
Just to complicate matters .i envy Green (the West Ham Player) because he is going to be the next England Goalie.............

9:30 pm  
Anonymous Diddums said...

If I swopped places with somebody else, I would BE that person, and probably well satisfied. All things considered, though, I prefer to be me. :-).

11:48 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I've read his biography and you're spot on.

I think the photo is from that brilliant 'Doubletake' series. There was a scene where Sven was buying shoes with 'lifts'

She must be gutted that she didn't get pregnant by Sven as well as everybody else.

Glad you're feeling a bit better.

Will he last long enough to restore our honour against Croatia in the World Cup qualifiers.
Sounds like the poison chalice to me.

Very philosophical - we always want to change a few things but not all. It's the whole complex package that must be special in some way.

10:02 am  
Blogger Chopski said...

I think that last picture of Sven is a archive photo from the Bi-annual International Farting Competition. After two failures he had to go all out to stay in contention!

1:45 pm  
Blogger Arabella said...

Sven is trying his best but he hasn't quite got the 'jazz hands' as I'd like them.
I gather something has happened in the footie world so I'd better go and have a closer look at theguardianunlimited.

4:49 pm  
Blogger Rimshot said...

Schadenfreude ist der schoenste freude!

5:45 pm  
Blogger Mopsa said...

Great minds and all that- I saw the piccy of Larkin and thought "he looks just like Eric Morecombe in that photo", so I scroll down and....there he is!

6:33 pm  
Blogger Malc said...

There was me thinking Sven was aiming a kung-fu kick at Frank Lampard after yet another half-hearted performance.

Must be great to say: "I told you it was them, not me."

7:32 pm  
Blogger garfer said...

Gore Vidal claimed that 'every time I hear of a friends success a little something in me dies'.

7:32 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I always said he had style. Sure it wasn’t bi – anal?

You’re the expert.
Re footy - as Bowie would say “ It’s a god-awful small affair".

The Greatest Joy? Could be?
Remember Martha Stewart and our Jeffrey Archer?.

Did you ever see them in the same room together?

Kung – fu kicks may be just what was missing from Sven and Steve’s management style.

Welcome back.
Ah yes – I once saw a huge poster on someone’s wall saying ‘We hate it when our friends are successful’.

At least Philip Larkin didn’t say ‘I’m very happy for you Kingsley’ – the usual lie.

11:45 am  
Blogger Rimshot said...

...but the film is a saddening Bore cause shes lived it ten times or more,
she could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in a dance hall.
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go, its the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy, oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know...

5:34 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Better than that old Willie Shakespeare - eh??

10:21 pm  

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