This is the sound made when you walk up to yourself and give yourself a really hard slap on the ear.
It is usually followed by the Pure Stylised Zen Shouted Wisdom of "Wake up, Dropkick!'
Friday, 7 June 2013
Enlightenment -Don't Know What It Is/ & the Persistence of Memory
It's interesting thing, this PTSD, it was only after about 30 years working in palliative care that I actually blurted out to a colleague the actual witnessed trauma I went through when I was 9 years old and saw a school-friend, a nice friend, a boy, David, de-capitated whilst crossing the street, when his head was hit by a hurtling along white truck's side-mirror steel housing; Goodness me, the quivering sticky splatter of blood and grey matter all over my face. It's still the clearest image in my mind really, and all the horror attached to the witnessing of it is still there within me, although there has been some healing.
So, just blurting this out to a colleague FIFTY YEARS after the event caused me to not be able to ever really go back and work in that unit again.
It was Michel de Montaigne in 1548(?) who said that the best way to remember something vividly was to try really hard to forget it.
So, I think that's the Human Condition in my experience.
Mind you, as for Palliative Care, the Clinical Realm, I'm really glad I'm out of it now. I can teach it, advise about it, pontificate about it, speak on it, write about it as the brilliant advanced human care it is, for sure, but no more the doing. No more of those sad goodbyes.
So, just blurting this out to a colleague FIFTY YEARS after the event caused me to not be able to ever really go back and work in that unit again.
It was Michel de Montaigne in 1548(?) who said that the best way to remember something vividly was to try really hard to forget it.
So, I think that's the Human Condition in my experience.
Mind you, as for Palliative Care, the Clinical Realm, I'm really glad I'm out of it now. I can teach it, advise about it, pontificate about it, speak on it, write about it as the brilliant advanced human care it is, for sure, but no more the doing. No more of those sad goodbyes.
"The sad endings you pursue, are simply things complete."
I love PRINCE and think he is the most innovative creative musical mind for many many manies...but...
but when he sings Do Me Baby Like You've Never Done Me Before...does anyone really want to visualise that?
the final poem EAST MEDIA from the East Media/PTSD collection of 1982-1984
East Media
the sun is new
and low in the East
a medium announcing itself
and that other living in this one
there is little to say
little to keep
the bodies of green horses
and a hundred echoes
and then only two
two
two
these echoes begin and end in you
the pale projection
fading
the spectred night
no other
other
other...
emptied grace
art: the emptied hand
the golden yards
the rhythm of counterpoint
damn you
tenderness
tenderness once
the sun is new
and low in the East
a medium announcing itself
and that other living in this one
there is little to say
little to keep
the bodies of green horses
and a hundred echoes
and then only two
two
two
these echoes begin and end in you
the pale projection
fading
the spectred night
no other
other
other...
emptied grace
art: the emptied hand
the golden yards
the rhythm of counterpoint
damn you
tenderness
tenderness once
man surfing a tsunami/OH! I Know That Feeling! That's called Terminal Velocity Voluntary Water-Boarding. I bet the Surfer is eternally grateful to the Guy on the Jet Ski who towed him into that one.
I wonder if the Surfer, just after letting go of the tow rope, thought to himself..."Gee, I wonder if that really was the right time to 'Let Go' of all my silly fears...."
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