tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post1984836766887026597..comments2024-03-18T20:41:39.140-07:00Comments on C. E. Chaffin's Blog: The Morality of Feeling Good?C. E. Chaffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-59174893086860835142007-12-31T10:15:00.000-08:002007-12-31T10:15:00.000-08:00Amazing poem, truly, you should send it to _Breath...Amazing poem, truly, you should send it to _Breath and Shadow_. The bald lady puzzled me a bit, but I assume she is the goddess of pharmacotherapy, some pagan figure, a Sibyl. She could also be the company logo for Pfizer or something. "Abilify"--How great to use such ready-made irony in a poem! I wonder, however, if your charge suffers as much from self-consciousness and self-loathing, or does he _become_ his illness for the nonce? That could be a small mercy.C. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-78515594668064384552007-12-30T22:42:00.000-08:002007-12-30T22:42:00.000-08:00Just so you know I am with you...hang in there. I ...Just so you know I am with you...hang in there. I will, too.<BR/><BR/>PatPathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494762359928682626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-47577466582194246212007-12-30T22:40:00.000-08:002007-12-30T22:40:00.000-08:00A Matter of Synodic Compensation At moon set, in b...A Matter of Synodic Compensation <BR/><BR/>At moon set, in bare feet and gown, <BR/>there’s an unearthly feel to the well house light, <BR/>upslope mist that softens the blackberry canes; <BR/>an interesting contrast between satin and thorn <BR/>(briefly noted) as I negotiate the shifts <BR/>and twists of a damaged mind that suddenly bolts <BR/>and threatens to kill me. <BR/><BR/>I know my lines, <BR/>how to move in slowly, <BR/>say them softly, repeat them again <BR/>before I touch him.<BR/><BR/>The poetic failure here, as one critic interpreted it, <BR/>does not spring from teenage angst,<BR/>is not nearly as romantic as getting shit-faced, <BR/>playing hide and seek by moonlight <BR/>in skimpy clothing. <BR/><BR/>It is about living with psychosis for thirty years, <BR/>being awakened at dawn by a loved one ranting, <BR/>threatening to off me; about my utmost respect <BR/>for the bald lady, her effect yet unproven <BR/>on human behavior; how her return<BR/>both fuels and scares me. <BR/> <BR/>The failure, as I see it, is more than poetic. <BR/>It lies, I fear, in my inability <BR/>to capture her in words, tame him with doses of Abilify.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16494762359928682626noreply@blogger.com