I’ve been sick for the past several weeks, and since I seem to have slid into permanent unemployment, I spend all my time at home, with social networking passing for social interaction. Say what you will about the evils of Mark Zuckerburg et. al., Facebook can be a vital method of communication for the shut-in.
I won’t speak any further about my own petty trials here, as I have done enough Gen Y Type solipsistic bitching on my own blog. Suffice to say I have been thinking about The Body even more than usual, especially the Disordered/Sick Body, as well as that cursed body-mind connection. That creative types are more prone to mental illness than non-creative types is a banal cliche until one is suffering under it.
Oxford poetry professor nominee Sean Haldane speaks, in this Observer interview about his career as a neuroscientist and poet, on the capacity of poetry to enact more change than psychotherapy (a heady claim from a scientific therapeutic professional):
“…poetry has more capacity to change people than psychotherapy. If you read a poem and it gets to you, it can shift your perspective in quite a big way, and writing a poem, even more so.”
Reflecting on my own experiences with psychotherapy, significantly more expensive than my experiences with poetry, at least financially so, I can’t say for certain whether I agree with Mr. Haldane or not. I’m not familiar with his work as a poet, and a quick dip around his website suggested that his poetry is not my cup of tea. In any regards, he is a middle aged man with a job, which is so far from my own experience at the moment as to be alien, like, Mars alien.
Nikki Reimer is fighting the urge to lash out angrily at everyone/thing in sight.