Marginalised by Multiple Sclerosis
Here is a hypnagogic image to end all hypnagogic images:
For a while I was training a young Chinese woman who drove a brand new, bright yellow VW which she parked up the drive. One morning I woke with the image of her car in my mind. At first, because my legs had been misbehaving so that I was waking with them bent, not straight, I thought that the shape of the mud guard was duplicating the shape of my legs. Then I remembered Kafka’s Metamorphosis in which Gregor Samsa wakes one morning to discover that he has been turned into a giant dung beetle. Helpless and marginalised by a hostile political environment. I also lay on my back, cast, helpless, dependent and marginalised by a hostile illness. I had become the beetle.
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'Hello Diana,
ReplyDeleteI find with the blog that when I think of you I can go to the website, see what your latest written thoughts are, and respond. For all the times I think of you, about 99% of them I don't make contact. The blog changes this. I am surprised and pleased.
I'm interested in your words about creativity and solitude. For a long time I have thought that those who survive best (spiritually, emotionally) are those with a great facility for symbolising. I'm not sure if that's the right expression, but it seems to me that symbols can be containers for, or represent in a more manageable way, all that we have to cope with. The deeper the creativity involved, the more effective the symbol. Hence art, poetry etc. I guess. I wonder if that makes sense. Other bloggers may like to comment but if it doesn't make sense to anyone else, no matter.
With love
Jacquie'
PS Rachel uploaded this comment because Jacquie had trouble.