The Poetry CureJulia Darling, Cynthia Fuller Department of English Literary & Linguistic Studies, University of Newcastle, 2005 - 112 pagina's This anthology was copublished with Newcastle University. Its two editors worked with patients and medical staff to produce a selection of poems which they thought would be helpful to people recovering from physical and mental illness. 'This book of poems is for all of us who go through illness, deal with doctors, hospitals, and experiences such as bereavement and ageing, and who struggle to find language to describe the suffering we have to go through. Medical language baffles and alienates us. It's a harsh, unforgiving vocabulary that often seems to bear no relationship to our own emotional predicament. In this uplifting anthology we see how poetry can give us metaphors and images to help us understand our feelings and communicate them to people around us. This is a book that should be in every waiting-room, and should be by the bed of every GP and consultant. It may inspire you to write poetry, and also help you to find order in the chaos of ill health. By giving us words, poetry can help cure us.' - Julia Darling & Cynthia Fuller |
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Pagina 65
... wake up fingering my body for evidence of tampering . Will you reassure me that my blood has stopped oozing , my pulse is normal ; that I have ten fingers & all my own teeth ? I want you to mop up my post - op tears , cluck over me ...
... wake up fingering my body for evidence of tampering . Will you reassure me that my blood has stopped oozing , my pulse is normal ; that I have ten fingers & all my own teeth ? I want you to mop up my post - op tears , cluck over me ...
Pagina 68
... wake to black bruise , a tinnitus of birds needling the air : dream of the child you were , packed off to school , bleeding , burning , without a note . Every day you choose the manner of your own death , like someone cruising a ...
... wake to black bruise , a tinnitus of birds needling the air : dream of the child you were , packed off to school , bleeding , burning , without a note . Every day you choose the manner of your own death , like someone cruising a ...
Pagina 99
... we ran to offer him an eager solicitude , as though we knew breath merely slept in her and love is all it needs to wake and start its work again . LAURIS EDMOND Flesh and Fluids After forty minutes in the magnetron I 99.
... we ran to offer him an eager solicitude , as though we knew breath merely slept in her and love is all it needs to wake and start its work again . LAURIS EDMOND Flesh and Fluids After forty minutes in the magnetron I 99.
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