Posts Tagged ‘Llandaff’

revisitation

what new horror lurks
in the near-total darkness
of Llandaff Road? — can
all this ignorance be mine?
— and time only compounds it

My sister commented to me yesterday that our mother has always been a drama queen. I know what she means. Yet I also suspect my dream last night took me back to Llandaff Road which was our family home for four years 1969-72, as an indication or a nudge to remember just how much drama there was back then.

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objectivity

a map of the mind
showing only those things which
don’t exist at all

I watched Melvyn Bragg’s documentary on John Ball yesterday. Set me thinking whether the struggle against human rights abuse within psychiatry, is really comparable or not, to the more obvious sorts of human rights struggles, like those of black people and gays. Are we, in the user/survivor movement, engaged in some huge political drama without really being fully conscious of our own historical importance? I don’t think it’s like that actually. Medical psychiatry is a transient bubble which will burst under its own steam. My poem here tries to capture the paradox of psychology and the impossibility of framing psychology (or psychiatry) as a science. The ego is a system of fantasies. So any attempt to study the mind is a fantasy studying a fantasy. All from a dream last night of a network of roads near Llandaff, Cardiff, where I grew up.