Man-oh-Manna, Frank, I jumped out of my (thin) skin when I clicked on this link! Thanks for scaring the hit out of moi. I thought it was something to do with your stepdaughter — Gwen? — and then, it sure as hell wasn't.
Thank you for flagging this, one of the first "real" poems I wrote (at 17). I thought of it during the back-and-forthing concerning depression and Elberry's sister's inability to move beyond the vocabulary of victimhood.
Idly, I wondered if Elberry had ever discussed the fact depression is anger turned against the self with his sadly troubled sister (who cannot leave the past, a blast of ghosts and phantoms she needs to survive, most likely).
The past doesn't exist (except as an illusory construct we hold in our heads, whether we like it or not).
We are where we need to be.
Change your attitude, change your world. I do it as often as I change my unmentionables <*waves to Roger K.*>. Thus, despite my cognomen (or, because of it), I avoid depression whenever it tries to stare me down down down . . .
Man-oh-Manna, Frank, I jumped out of my (thin) skin when I clicked on this link! Thanks for scaring the hit out of moi. I thought it was something to do with your stepdaughter — Gwen? — and then, it sure as hell wasn't.
ReplyDeleteThank you for flagging this, one of the first "real" poems I wrote (at 17). I thought of it during the back-and-forthing concerning depression and Elberry's sister's inability to move beyond the vocabulary of victimhood.
Idly, I wondered if Elberry had ever discussed the fact depression is anger turned against the self with his sadly troubled sister (who cannot leave the past, a blast of ghosts and phantoms she needs to survive, most likely).
The past doesn't exist (except as an illusory construct we hold in our heads, whether we like it or not).
We are where we need to be.
Change your attitude, change your world. I do it as often as I change my unmentionables <*waves to Roger K.*>. Thus, despite my cognomen (or, because of it), I avoid depression whenever it tries to stare me down down down . . .
Just my deux, too.