A wonderfully dark poem Erminia. Is this from your collection? Or a recent
dark vision? That's what bumping your head will do for you. Hope you're
feeling better.
The poem reminded me very much of Sylvia Plath. Wonderful. I love the line
"my thinning membranes"! A few stylistic nit picks below.
Cheers
Tess.
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From: Erminia Passannanti <[log in to unmask]>
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Date: 11 January 2002 23:55
Subject: Re: Noble Mice: Medical Dictionary Edition
>Sorry, friends, tonight I am complitely disheatened about mankind,
>included myself. I see the world crudely, tonight, and it makes me mourn
>and weep, oh, what a mess, how sad: is this what we are, is this what we
>were planned to be?
>I am sending my disheartened poem (but it includes some corrections:
>English is not - and never will it be - my language, so, sorry about the
>rustling mispells..)
>Erminia
>
>
>
>“Disease”
>
>The ultimate scenario. The nurse approaches my bed,
>[whitely]. She scrutinizes my several wounds. For instance,
>the one on my muscular wrist. The thin rivulet of darkened blood which
>once flowed [through] my veins towards the valley of [my] heart.
>The world, my nurse, the world
>is mud. And so [...] is the rest.
>Also to me, the nurse's whiteness appears quite sexy, [eroctic?]
>and (even)from here, [...] this extreme severe threshold.
>And I, in my thinning membranes, my ticking thoughts, (or if you want, my
>insanities)
>I still hold the belief that the world is
>a malaise, a disease. [No cure has yet been found.]
>
>Erminia Passannanti
>
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