What D. H. Lawrence (and My Granny) Said

What D. H. Lawrence (and My Granny) Said

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

I repeat to myself this D. H. Lawrence quote often. Several times a day, whenever a new sky falls. And skies don’t fall in a good way. Which reminds me of my grandmother, who had a peculiar saying. She probably didn’t invent it, but I never heard anyone else say it. It translates poorly, but it roughly says He who craps himself will have the crapper falling on his head. It means that when you’re in bad luck, you can expect more bad luck. My grandmother wasn’t very encouraging. Here’s a picture of a sky falling.

16 thoughts on “What D. H. Lawrence (and My Granny) Said

          1. Oh yeah, I’ve been asked if my birthday being so close to Christmas is an issue, no it isn’t! And thanks Mara! I’m 56 yet am just 21 in my head. It just ain’t fair man…


          2. As William Shatner once said in an old comedy flick, irony can be pretty ironic… I feel ripped off and a bit ticked…


  1. The issue for me is always to think, do I actually believe this? We often have plenty of instances where it appears crap is happening but I like to think there might be some end to it….if you believe the crapper is going to fall on your head then you are in trouble I think…..then again you might also think every crap has a silver lining if you shine enough light on it… 🙂


    1. Well, it’s hard to say: I think it’s true that when you’re working on something and it doesn’t work, you can expect errors and failures to accumulate rather than to resolve the problem; but other than that, it’s probably nonsense. Negative thinking. (Though I’m normally fan of that.)

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  2. That Lawrence quotation, which does indeed make a nice mantra, reminds me of a scene from “Orpheus Descending,” where the schizophrenic lass drags Val into a cemetery and announces that graveyards are such fiercely loud places, where the Dead all shout the same word of advice- LIVE.

    That is roughly the scene, anyway. Forgive me if I have relayed it to you, before. I have an atrocious, yet obsessive memory.

    I just got a book of poetry by Lawrence, and, so far, rather enjoying it.

    Charming bit of wisdom from your dear Gran, there. I think I would have liked her. She sounds resolute. Pugnacious, even. I see a walnut face with razor-blade eyes.

    Your dear Gran’s maxim certainly feels like a grand metaphor for my own life. So does the exquisite photo of the falling, curdling sky. Gorgeous.

    Sparkling cheers,



    1. I want you atrocious and obsessive memory. I didn’t know of the Orpheus Descending scene before, which is a shame, and I totally relate to it.

      Lawrence’s poetry is great. Raw and genuine. I’m reading one of his novels now. Some good old naturalism.


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