20:135
Exhaustion so deep
it bypasses bones
and penetrates the
core, the everything.
A disease worse than
death, a pain
you can’t even feel
as it buried into
your being and
slowly
consumes you.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
20:135
Exhaustion so deep
it bypasses bones
and penetrates the
core, the everything.
A disease worse than
death, a pain
you can’t even feel
as it buried into
your being and
slowly
consumes you.
20:134
Pry open the limits
of language, connect
with gestures,
images and
sounds of nonsense.
As long as you
understand, does
it really matter
how your souls
speak?
Her Birth by Rebecca Goss
This poetry collection is heart breaking, deeply moving and beautifully done. The poems go through the birth, short life, death and aftermath of Goss’ daughter, born with a heart condition.
It describes the pain of knowing she will die, but trying to give her everything they can while she’s still there. They still need to do mundane activities like eat even with a terminally ill baby. Every illness is life threatening; hospital trips considered normal.
The most heart-breaking section is when her daughter is gone and she is a mother with no child. She can’t move on or let go, and is angry that other people don’t realise her loss or still have their children, alive and well.
It describes the barrier/distance it creates with her other relationships, mainly with her husband. Her grief, anger and overwhelming loss are always present. Even when they decide to have another child, and get to experience the joy of a healthy baby, she constantly worries she will forget her first or belittle her short life by enjoying her sister.
It’s an emotional read, and I teared up a few times (on a train, no less) but I highly recommend it. It’s beautiful, raw emotion in poem form.
20:133
In the attic of religion
I find my state of mind.
A polite smile that
offers no opinion,
too worried of offending,
revealing what people
you love never
realised.
Religious? No.
Unbelieving?
…No, I believe
God is like Frankenstein,
he created,
panicked,
and left us to
find our own way.
Our free will.
He created us,
but we evolved ourselves,
no one else to blame.
No one else to
turn to.
The Accidental by Ali Smith
The first chapter I found hard to get into, but halfway through Astrid’s point of view I was hooked. The mystery of Amber was intriguing, but it was more the strong, vastly different voices of each family member and their dilemmas that drew me in.
I loved Michael’s chapter that turned into poems to describe his state of mind/activities. Each one was done perfectly.
Each character felt very human and believable, even Amber. The aftermath of her presence on each family member is brilliantly described. I particularly loved Morgan’s obsession with escalators and Michael’s hypochondriac behaviour. Even Astrid’s more upbeat attitude is shadowed with the knowledge the family is losing money.
This book makes you feel you don’t need to know more about Amber’s character, because she fully serves her purpose anyway. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed reading this.
The class for this is on point of view, and I can see why we were told to read it. Each character has a very unique point of view due to their age and experience of the world. I’m rather jealous of Ali Smith for accomplishing it so well.
20:132
Feed your soul,
not the physical.
Let your mouth rest
so your tongue can
forget taste, make
it magical again.
Your aching brain
will evaporate
with imagination,
embrace the
impossible
and feel
alive again.