Long may you continue, Liz!
Alison is quite right about analgesics, if they work for one, I'm afraid I'm
beyond any pain-killers, except for the visitations of sleep. The one thing
I did have was a sense of poetry as a protected space, but that's been
invaded now.
But, yes, it is a triumph, to be alive.
Best
Dave
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Sent: Thursday, December 27, 2001 12:56 AM
Subject: Re: one more with feeling
> In a message dated 12/26/01 10:10:45 GMT Standard Time,
> [log in to unmask] writes:
>
>
> > What makes it worse is the love one feels for others, if it were just a
> > problem for one's selfish self it wouldn't be so bad.
> >
>
> yes this is a nub of real distress.......
>
> and to think of poetry without pain - ?
>
> or without joy - !
>
> I experience a world that is so completely wrapped about, often one does
not
> end before the other begins and sometimes I cannot tell the difference.
It
> seems a great triumph to me, simply to be alive.
>
> A fragile continuance
>
> Liz
>
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