£5.00
169 in stock
By Professor Piers van Edscem
ISBN: 978-1-84747-754-5
Published: 2008
Pages: 87
Key Themes: bi-polar disorder, mental health services, poetry, postivity, recovery
Description
Ever wondered what happens in the Priory? Piers knows and spills personal, political and practical beans through unique verse that has many depths and meanings if looked for.
So a light hearted take on random issues or a deconstruction of belief systems – it’s all there if you’re interested in the search.
About the Author
Piers van Edscem is the alter ego of Jeremy Hobbs – a Gloucester raised bipolar survivor who warmed the seats of Sir Thomas Rich’s school.
Now living in Somerset, Jeremy enjoyed a successful career in nursing and Health Service Management prior to early retirement on health grounds. Jeremy suffers from PTSD following the tragic stillbirth of middle son Jacob, and combined with his Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder makes for a difficult ride.
This book marks Jeremys first step back onto the roundabout, although involvement with Bath Mad Hatters has provided hugely positive support and understanding, this is his first solo venture.
Book Extract
I NEVER KNEW THAT
Did Wordsworth mice them in his pomes
That were a little soft?
He wrote them down in tons of tomes
And stored them in his loft
But Byron he a Lord
And liable to depress
Cured by song and bawd
With laudanum in excess
And Shelley married Mary
A couple tied by locks
She wrote tales of Frankenstein
While he formed The Buzzcocks
Then Keats was he so mild?
A fragile passer by
Yet to be portrayed
By luvvie Stephen Fry
ANGEL VOICES
Words unformed
Dischordant choir
Chant feebly
Amongst chaos
WILDERNESS
Too tired to think like this
Sparking, friction, pressure
Nothing there to recognise
Sound yet to be invented
Turn it off before it’s worse
Another sleepless night
Twilight world of distortion
Lives that have been lived?
Voices that have been spoken?
Joined in mocking derision
SOUL MAN
Can you see my soul
Can you feel my pain
Shards of lifeless colour
Psychadelic rain
Cauldrons of pure doubt
Crumbled sense of self
Invisible the foes
Rob the pot of health
Devils never known
Often to return
Sounds that are not made
Heard by ears that burn
Only logged in customers who have purchased this product may leave a review.
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.