Hit me like a rock…..
Monday February 11, 2008
Dear Alice Miller
Your work has hit me like a rock……………defences, fear, illusions and denial cannot be put back together.
While reading “The drama of the gifted child”, lines from William Blake´s “To Tirzah” and “The Garden og Love” came to mind here they come:
Thou Mother of my mortal part
With cruelty didst mold my heart
And with false self decieving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes and ears.
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay
And me to mortal life betray………..
And from “The garden of Love”:
I went to the garden of love
And saw what I never had seen
A chapel was built in the midst
Where I use to play on the green
And the gates of this chapel were shut
And “Thou shallt Not” writ over the door
So I turned to the garden og love
That so many sweet flowers bore
And I saw it was filled with graves
And tomb stones where flowers should be
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Thank you for sharing your work, thoughts, experience and authenticity………..
AM: Thank you for your letter and the poems. Fortunately, a written “rock” is not dangerous; it can even do something good if a person – like you – really wants to know.