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Not yours to decide I assume?

It is up to you how you interpret how the poem speaks to you for sure, but to say that it is 'self-pitying' seems to be an interpretation of how it speaks from me.

Maybe if this poem was accompanied by some music then we would get more of its message and of the feelings behind it.
Would the melody of "Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us" fit ?

Ah! I'm sorry. It was more a description of the initial reflective thoughts I had about what I experienced when reading the words aloud as poetry, so more a reflection upon me I guess.

Like I've said, ethics and aesthetics leave me cold, but I liked how this one sounded said.

Psychonaut.
Bloody Good,
I'm impressed.

Regards

Launt

All Ways

Can we have it another way - like whot Goethe might have podcast : Mignon

http://www2.warwick.ac.uk/fac/arts/germ ... odcasts/26

Sometime you just gotta hear it - the little song ? - to sense it.....then again, sometimes you don't....

M.

and there are the moving pics....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXPRtwa1 ... re=related

so, now we got to see and hear the words and some kind of picture ? but not the scent....
* scratch and sniff * poetry ?

Title: At a Loss

You have always looked so good in blue

The sun shining at you so sweet

You always have seemed to understand the light beams

Let me kiss you

I think you're so neat

But now you have gone away

I have lost you

Anyone particular in mind Aetix?

Nah, not really... Just some stuff...

I was recently attacked by someone I live with, which caused a deterioration of my emotional state. I spoke to the samaritans who, after I had explained my situation, referred me to NHS direct who, after I had explained my situation, referred me to the A&E where, after I had explained my situation to the triage nurse, I was referred to the crisis team who I then explained my situation to. While I was waiting for them to get me a cup of tea, I penned the following.

Solemn Soliloquys
Express Expositions
Rotating Repetitively
Eavesdropped by Physicians
Where grasping minds
grasp little on the grander
scale grandiloquently
expressed expressly for
their ears leading
to frustration;
eventually tears.

[Express and expressly are intended to have double-meanings]

Some Systems Suck
in mysterious ways
to release thoughts
tea best served
cold ?

I wonder if after all the delays and at least 4 explanations of your situation, the initial incident seemed less 'hot' ?
I've found when having to relay accounts of incidents/concerns over the phone etc, the objective facts have less impact (ie can sound stoopid to others )....compared to the felt feelings. There is a mismatch.

So, the Samaritans can't direct you directly to the Crisis Team ? How do they assess level of risk, the need for speed ?

Sorry to hear of your experience, Psychonaut, hope all is resolved ?
Best wishes
M.

Can´t you move out ?
Statistically, you are most likely to be murdered by your husband or wife. Or some other family member.

My idea of the ideal life is an appartment building with about 10 or 15 appartments. The neighbours who like each other at a particular time have tea together, those who like to be left alone can pretend not to be there or put a plate on the door: Leave me alone.

It could be that many people need enough space for their aura.

Hi mhoraine



Less 'hot' perhaps, but no less pressing and disturbing. I still felt trapped and that the landscape of my world had changed such that there was nowhere truly comfortable. I nearly became homeless.

I wasn't too bothered for having explained my situation that number of times, the first and the last were truly beneficial. Sometimes it is good to talk, to get things off your chest. By expressing them to someone else there is at least some feeling that you aren't facing it alone; even if the support that the person can offer is very limited.

The Samaritans are not allowed to offer any advice, and nor do they provide proper counselling, but instead something called 'active listening'. The purpose is to help the person know simply that they are being understood and, where appropriate, provide particular help which they may request (such as referral to another agency). I had trained with the Samaritans in the past, and knew full well how limited their help was, but there was nowhere else to turn that I knew of as I had no idea such a thing as the crisis team existed.

The crisis team, while able to offer more specific support was still very limited. I cannot help but feel that the NHS should institute a policy of therapeutic hugs. "Here is your prescription sir, take 5 a day not lasting more than 2 minutes each".



I generally find this to be true, but the other day this wasn't so much a concern of mine. My mind was thinking little of what others might think of what I was saying, instead it was focused purely on the discharge. Speaking to the person face-to-face in the end was grand, she was very understanding of my situation. Although at first she, and the triage nurse, were suspicious that I was off my skull on some form of drugs. Personally I found this amusing, but I am sure that some vulnerable people may find this hostile.

"Are you on drugs?"
"No"
"Your eyes seem red, let me see your eyes"
"Sure look at them all you like; I've been crying"



The Samaritans do not refer unless they are asked to make a referall.

Their service is deliberately incredibly limited, in order to ensure that it is a 'safe space' for those with suicidal thoughts where they know they will not be judged or patronised or instructed; a Samaritan is not even allowed to advise against suicide and will, at times, be on one end of the phone while on the other a person is killing themself.



Far from it. But, I am on the road to recovery.

Hi duszek.



My parents will not let me move in with them, even temporarily. They've seen my arse out the door and don't want to see its return. I've no one else that I feel I could impose on.

Until my tenancy runs out I cannot claim Housing Benefit for living anywhere else, and there is still the matter of moving there. My other flatmate is currently away until Sunday. When he returns we will be exploring in depth our options.



Hopefully it won't come to murder..



I heartilly recommend Bertrand Russell's book In Praise of Idleness. It is not, as one may think, some poetic languishing ode to doing nothing. Instead it is an acute examination of how society is not structured for the benefit of people and how it might better be structured, including a detailed proposition for the form of housing and communities in which we should live.

Not everyone can read all good books that are there.
Please, share with the class all that you remember from Russell´s book.
In a nutshell.

I, for example, have read Prof. Irvine´s book "On desire". I can tell you what´s it about and why I am so convinced by his ideas.

Your parents are tough.
But only recently you mentioned that your mother did not respect your privacy and entered your room without knocking or without waiting after knocking on the door. So I thought you still lived with your mother.