Posts Tagged ‘despair’

Witches (repost)

September 15, 2015

No More Witches

All this darkness
All this darkness gathering
As the rain falls
And the floodwaters rise
And our crops are destroyed
And there are no more witches
And there are no more witches
For us to burn

And so we create them
And then we seek them out
And then we magnify them
And we rub our hands against the warmth
Of the flames, as we reduce them to ashes

And yet the floodwaters still rise
And yet the darkness still gathers
It gathers
It gathers

The Unvarnished Truth

June 29, 2011

I have been living this way for some time now, semi-detached from the world. Reality is something that happens beyond these walls. And you would be correct if you were to call it an essentially parasitical existence. And yes, I do sleep during the day and that means that my curtains are drawn but that is because I am too terrified to sleep at night and that’s with a dose of sleeping pills that would knock most people out for a week. I have a friend. His name is Nobby. He is a ninety three year old war veteran. I need to spend as much time as possible with him and when he leaves, I’m leaving too. So please, just leave me alone until then. I don’t want to live like this. Who does? The only human being with whom I have regular contact with is Nobby. I do not know what I shall do if anything happens to him. I do not think I shall survive it. In fact I do not intend to survive it.

Earned Disillusionment

March 29, 2011

My mother is a psychiatric nurse who is also an agency nurse, recently worked on the mother and baby unit, a ward that treats women with postpartum psychosis. It is their policy to let the babies stay with their mothers..

The latest patient to be admitted to the mother and baby unit had had four children by different fathers.  Each of her partners was in prison and three of her children were in care.  In hospital the woman spent most of her time preening herself: plastering her face with make up, rubbing fake tan onto the flesh of her body, painting her nails and ignoring her baby’s cries.

Conversations my mother had had with this woman revealed the narrowness of her horizons and the poverty of her mind.  Her knowledge of culture lay within  the confines of the television screen.  She had no other window on the world.  She never wrote, she never read.  She devoted her life to mindless procreation, to breeding snotty-nosed, intellectually-stunted brats who would grow up to become just like their mother.  If, that is, they were permitted to remain with her.  It was suggested that this latest baby should also be ‘taken off her’.

‘She should certainly have that one taken away too,’ my mother told a student nurse who stepped back, eyes wide, horrified that a senior nurse could bring herself to utter such a thing.  In the Mother and Baby unit this was heresy.  For it was their philosophy that no one was beyond hope, that everyone could be redeemed.  She wondered if the student nurse she was mentoring would report her to her superiors.  And then she decided that she couldn’t really give a toss.  She retires next year.  What could they possibly do to her?

I guess she has earned her disillusionment .

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