on poetry written during a manic episode, and an index

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May 6 by The Running Son

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I have been in contact by email with some groups that deal with mental illness and Bi-polar disorder. There has been interest expressed in an orderly collection of the posts that I wrote during the recent manic episode I just came out of.

This won’t be easy on a million levels. I still haven’t figured the dates out, when it began, the stages. I created this post as a preliminary Index. I was still pretty wired, but it is a faithful index up to a point.

The wind is howling up here in the High Desert. My room is a disaster-zone. I think my cats are getting pissed. But it occurred to me that there are collections of poetry that are good on their own as an account, in the much more encrypted and hidden way that poetry tells a story.

I can gather them up into an index post, and make it sticky, easy I guess. I am asking, mainly my Followers if there is interest. I’m playing this by ear trying to sort all this out and package it. Make a place I can go to to remind myself, but also for those that are expressing interest in it’s benefits for other sufferers, and that I am totally and completely 100% for.

Damn. If I had known? Or had someplace to go? I was lonelier and more detached from the world and soul than I can even explain, and it happens every night everywhere, and has for all time.

Mystics wrote about it. Madmen babbled about it. And average folk write about it in their poetry at night, like I’ve read out there in the wee hours. Or we blog and capture the feeling of it. And another can read about that feeling, about themselves. What they are feeling, and maybe it would do something. Give them a guide, or a promise that the storm rolls over and new light will warm us again.

That’s enough. Enough of a reason for all my effort. So, speak up. I’ll likely collect the poetry together anyways, and Rework the “episode index“, but it would be nice to hear ideas, and chatter on the topic. Or blabbering.

Me and my cats are listening.

 

Namaste. Jim

 

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7 thoughts on “on poetry written during a manic episode, and an index

  1. 1WriteWay says:

    I think it’s a wonderful idea, although I also find it humorous that they want an “orderly” collection of your posts. Really? Is the mind orderly? Is Time? But perhaps it won’t be too hard. Your posts should be date/time stamped somehow and that should help. In all seriousness, I think it could be beneficial to share, beyond your blog, that bright white light of your manic episode.

    • haha. Thanks. Time will take care of the order, solved with the the timestamps like you said. I have thought about it, and I may not have anything to do really. I mean, an index. Done. No matter, I’m moving on until the need to address it arises. Correspondence with the most local group to me exciting tho because Its here in California and also online. I’ll be posting some kind of link soon.

      Jim

    • btw, orderly is my word I think. “accessible” was his. What they’d get is an orderly trying to make it orderly.

  2. What an amazing contribution you have to offer. I sound like a broken record…you amaze me.

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