Search

A Steppenwolf Breathes The Morning Air

£5.00

SKU ebook Category

175 in stock

Description

By Nigel Pearce

ISBN: 978-1-84991-953-1
Published: 2013
Pages: 61
Key Themes: Mental Health, Poetry, Prose

Description

It is now nine years since I almost died from a medically induced
toxic state related to medicines prescribed for mental health issues. I
now have had three previous books published by Chipmunkapublishing
and gained two new qualifications to add to my the B.A (Hons) before the
toxicity, a Certificate in English Studies at Warwick University and this
year have completed a Dip. H.E. gained at the Open University.

The doctors at the time thought, once I had survived the toxicity, the
only way ahead would be a sort of vaguely animated death in long
stay psychiatric care. I have proofed them wrong which is not to
say my body and mind have totally recovered, but it illustrates that
adversity can be overcome.

This collection of poetry, stories and explorations of the intellect are
possibly more positive, some are still quite dark but that is in the
nature of my experience and writing, than the other collections.

When confronted with one’s mortality in a quite palpable form
you either sink or swim psychologically: I swam. A desire to
push the boundaries of both the creative and the intellectual is
pervasive in my work and life, I know of no other Path.

My writing and love of ideas is my salvation, not a pastime but a vocation.

Book Extract

The poet hails a new generation of iconoclasts.

Stone stumps stand in disarray and spew their lies in twinkling twilight

these figurines are just like an imaginary harvest of grain in fallow land,

999 if you call 000 it is 666 chiselled onto their foreheads sad demons

impotent to resist the forces of these nights, they have no conscience

And will be gathered in a granary where a blind stone-mansion grinds,

resistance races through a poet’s pen like his father’s phallus, he had

Celebrated that patricide in a ceremony of self-immolation which was

SUBLIMATED

it became lines of snow drops on the child-poet’s mind in the lunar light.

But wounds of lambs will no longer be cleaned with the antiseptic swabs,

today’s cuts are being dressed-up in gauze to avoid cross contamination.

Now those stone idols of yesterday crash, smashed by new generations of

ICONOCLASTS.


Reviews

There are no reviews yet.

Only logged in customers who have purchased this product may leave a review.