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Spike Milligan and Francis WebbTwo famous writers with severe mental illness have recorded some of their anguish, even horror, at their illness and at its treatment, in their poetry. Spike MilliganManic Depression The pain is too much A thousand grim winters grow in my head. In my ears the sound of the coming dead. All seasons All sane All living All pain. No opiate to lock still my senses. Only left, the body locked tenses. (
Oberon The flowers in my garden grow down. Their colour is pain Their fragrance sorrow. Into my eyes grow their roots feeling for tears To nourish the black hopeless rose within me.
(Nervous breakdown Bournemouth February 1967)The futureConsider: Do creative people have a higher incidence of psychiatric illness? Why?
Francis Webbfrom the Prologue to Electric (1961)from Ward Two : Old timer Isolate the Identity, clasp its dwindling head. Your birth was again the birth of the All, The Enemy: he treads rods, lumbers through pastures, Musters the squeaking horde of the countless dead. To guard your spark borrow the jungle art Of this hospital yard, stamp calico vestures For H.M. Government, for your funeral; And in this moment of beads let nothing start Old rages leaping in the dying heart.
from Ward Two: Ward Two and the KookaburraConsider No image yet: it is a universe, Travail of every satellite living thing. Your charges know the wan flypaper course Of hygienic time, past beckoning Of shopfront, woodland: spirit glued and writhing With regular meals, good decent sensible clothing, Wise comment from a seemly distance. Bring Grace to this world, to all the world, and sing.
References and Further Reading Milligan S (1972) Small dreams of a Scorpion Penguin Szasz T (1960; 1974) The Myth of Mental Illness Harper and Row Szasz T (1976) Schizophrenia, the Sacred Symbol of Psychiatry Syracuse UP Webb F (1969) Collected Poems Angus and Robertson updated: 22/03/2010 |
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