Manic Inspections: 50 Past Life and New Poems, Plus Stories


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By John Welsh

ISBN: 978-1-84991-509-0
Published: 2011
Pages: 74
Key Themes: Mental Health, Bipolar, Poetry,


This the third and obviously final book in the ” Manic Trilogy” began as a book about childhood memories but is not really a children’s book. I am not drawing any lines in the sand as to where childhood stops and the other nonsense begins. I have met a lot of people who are trying to relive and regain childhood and some who even want to reattach the umbilical cord and crawl back
inside a safe womb.

Early on in its conception, I realised that as well as my hazy inspections of bygone days I would include influences such as family and the trials and joys of growing up. I researched and looked for triggers by revisiting my Yorkshire roots and was able to live again those vivid times when the grass was greener and the sun always shone even in Winter.

About the Author

After the lowest period in my life in 1995 I was diagnosed with having bipolar disorder (manic depression).This revelation did not send me into further bouts of gloom and worry in fact it was like a light had come on and made sense of many manic episodes in my life. My earliest recollection of feeling something was wrong was my acute sensitivity and my inability to handle situations which include intense feelings especially embarrassment. It made me feel physically
sick and the tears would flow so I would seek solitude and became comfortable in my own company.

In my teens I felt out of place (born in the wrong place and time) and was constantly looking for outlets for my growing frustration. Schooldays were another cause of seeming like time badly spent and I rushed out at 16 to sample the diversions of the city of Sheffield. Beer became a trigger for problems and women were my pleasurable downfall.

Book Extract


Flat tweed cap or straw woven fedora

Leather cowboy style or French beret

I have worn them all, though not at one time

To send me on my way

Off to the Dales and moors

My cap turns wind and shower

Down by the strawbaled riverbank

My picnic hat shades my eyes and lower

Got a trip planned near or far

Rucksack packed with all my gear

Leather hat upon my head

Look out World I hold no fear

Beret shows I am a luvvy

Arty farty act or write

Brothers and sisters recognise me

We drink and chat through all the night

Some of my hats are utility

Like to protect me from the freeze

My mum said always keep your head warm

So it’s a balaclava with sleeves


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