In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
Theodore Roethke
Sickness, disillusion, loss and existential dread
In the preparation for writing, I became sick. Perhaps like Bob Dylan sings, I was ‘sick of love’ but also subject to the toxicity in the darkness of the subject matter. My ambivalence to engaging is as much an aspect of the journey as
the cognitive exploration. It is a transference to the material. It is dangerous and I have suffered in previous engagements. And it is the nature of such enquiries that they involve attempting to digest what has previously seemed poisonous.
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