William Blake
W.H. Auden
P. J. Kavanagh
Keats
Mary Beddinger
Karyna McGlynn
It worries me that I am compiling this list in preparation for a relapse, so I will have a direction, something to do will I sit unable to participate in life out there. This makes me realise that I want to try and change the way that I approach the possibility of a relapse. My current thinking is that I have to live my life as if none will occur, and then when they do just wait them out. Maybe I need to try and prepare myself for a relapse, so that I can continue to live as active a life as possible during a relapse. This is difficult for a variety of reasons. I never know what course a relapse will take. Right now my left leg is getting weaker. Previous relapses have caused me to lose feeling in both legs. So even preparing physically for a relapse is hard. But what the hell has this got to do with poetry? It was contemplating my illness that lead me to want to try and write poetry and that led me to want to read poetry. Part of that desire was the knowledge that I could no longer focus long enough to enjoy novels in the way I would like to. I put that together with the knowledge that there are some things I wanted to do in life that I now know I will no longer do. I then looked for things I haven't done that I still could do, but would take some work. I realised that is a vast world out there, not just a physical world, but a world of human culture and I have not sampled whole continents of it.
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