At the beginning of Mental Health Awareness Month, I posted a piece called “Leaving the Seclusion Room (some not-so-crazy notes on recoverying from mental illness)” about my stay at an Oklahoma psychiatric facility. In that post I wrote about the voices I heard—an echo of children’s chatter—a description that prompted a question from my friend Sarah, who asked if I had ever explored those voices poetically—exploited their poetic potential, so to speak.
It turns out, I had.
Sort of.
The poem I’ll share below is written in several voices that interrupt one another—echoing—overlapping—dizzying. Though there’s only one child’s voice in the mix of layered sing-song, this poem reminds me of the voices I still sometimes hear during times of vertigo-inducing stress–a surreal “reality” that looks a bit like this:
So–I hope you’ll wind these stairs with me–
And take a listen—
Vertigo
My head is killing
me and he is talking
about the etiquette
of date rape
cassette in the player
cassette in the player
indigo
girls
indigo
Where have you been?
The staircase is winding
off the edges of the lawn
and I am here
lavender
lilies of the valley
lilies
of
the
valley
I’ve told you not to
go there
you
you
There you
daughter in the photograph
age three in front
of an antique typewriter
Why can’t you be more like . . .
lilies of the valley
lilies
of
the
valley
The world according to cats
is not a crazy sphere
of influence
spinning
spinning
in my
cassette in the player
cassette in the player
head
That’s very beautiful, and I was excited to find a reference to my favorite singing duo of all time 🙂
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Thanks, Heather. They’re my favorite, as well–absolute favorite!
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Brilliant. I felt as though I was there with you.
Peace, Phil
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Thanks so much,Phil! I’m so pleased this one spoke to you! Hope you have a great weekend!
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Was reminiscent free association in the thought process for me.
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I don’t recall the specifics of writing this one–but, yes, free association must have been a part of the process. Though psychosis can have a big impact on how the loosening of associations.
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Kathy, I am SO winding these stairs. Your writing makes it easy 🙂
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Thanks, so much, Tori! Glad to have you wind with me!
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Wow! Again, powerful. Great images too. I’m so glad you are sharing this journey with us.
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Thanks, Lisa! I’m so glad you think this one’s powerful! How cool. That’s high praise, my friend!
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I love the Indigo Girls too, lilies are my favourite flower, and I had the same haircut when I was three! The poem is indeed “dizzying.”
Hugs,
Wendy
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How cool, Wendy! Another Indigo Girls fan! Great taste in music, my friend! How funny that you had the same haircut, too!
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Wow. Just wow. Incredible what you do with words.
I found myself winding around with you since the words have meaning for me as well. The Indigo Girls are a favorite, I had an antique typewriter just like that (during some troubling times in my teen life), and oh, I love lilies of the valley.
I’m convinced the world according to cats is crazy, if my cats are anything to judge by. But I rather like their form of crazy.
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Great comment, Robin! Another fan of the Indigo Girls! And I love the world as cats see it! What they must think!
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Wow. Wow.
Conveyed the vertigo and disturbing flashes of something “not right.”
Loved it.
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Thanks so much, Sandy! I knid of think this poem has a disturbing edge to it! It somehow scares me–if that makes sense. I appreciate your thoughts on this, Sandy!
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There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
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I know–that’s one of my all time favorite songs–brilliant lyrics–image of the crooked line, especially! Indigo girls are amazing!
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As always powerful stuff Kathy. Cassette tapes running in the mind and indigo, lavender- the darkest shades before black? I can feel you feeling here a sense of falling or tipping into something darker maybe? Of course it could just be me feeling that but anyhow your words always move me one way or another. Oh sorry that’s Blondie…!
I will read this again – in fact I find I keep coming back to reread your writing as I like it to sit with me a bit. 🙂
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You are dear, Penny! Thank you. Hope you’re having a lovely weekend!
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Such a little cutie, Kathy. We are so innocent at that age, it’s a shame that our society doesn’t value such innocence.
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Ah–isn’t that the truth, Marianne! Hope you’ve had a great weekend, my friend. Wonderful to hear from you————–
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This has a disconcerting feel to it…
Love the addition of the photo of you as a child at the typewriter! So cute!
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Glad you enjoyed the photo! It’s funny to see me in front of a type writer at such a young age. I guess who we are is formed when we are still very young.
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I think I have visited that thought process. Very evocative!
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Thanks again, my friend! Glad this one spoke to you—————–
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You certainly take us on a trip with you in that poem. Even the visual lines of the poem are always sliding somewhere, landing briefly, then darting away again. Your words evoke in me a fear of staying with one thought, one feeling too long. You start with the idea of date rape, then memories of childhood (love the photo of you in front of the typewriter!). Songs and floral scents for me can evoke memories more than almost anything else. For me the scent of lilies of the valley would be bittersweet, because of all the childhood memories that have been lost or tainted in retrospect. Why aren’t I still innocent like that? The Indigo Girls would be adult memories of choices I made, perhaps bringing up images of lovers or friends. Cats, crazy cats. I love cats! The music ends, the cassette spins and spins; these thoughts and memories swirl endlessly in my head with no answers.
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Wow–thank for this great comment! You are the first person to have noticed what the poem does in visual terms! Horray! I had hoped someone might see that! You have made my day, my friend–made my damn day! This reading rocks–it’s sooooo right on!
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I’m glad I “got it”. I could have written more but didn’t want to hijack your post. 🙂 This poem really spoke to me. You get right to the heart of things.
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Thanks again, Beka! Glad you “got it” too!
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