She was legendary, and she was a legendary drunk, though she claimed her family’s stout was undrinkable. Perhaps you know her as the heiress to the Guinness fortune, or for her high-profile marriages, first to the artist Lucian Freud, who painted her famous 1952 portrait, “Girl in Bed.” Her third husband, poet Robert Lowell, described her as “a mermaid who dines upon the bones of her winded lovers”. Lady Caroline Blackwood was not your average socialite. A macabre, witty, and original novelist, she broached very -ladylike subjects such as suicide, rape and dished on the eccentricities and sufferings of her own aristocratic class
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself,” Kahlil Gibran wrote in his poignant verse on parenting. And yet we are, each of us, someone’s child — physiologically or psychologically or both — and they sing themselves through us as we sing ourselves into our longing for life, whether we like the melody or not.