By Paul Fearne
Key Themes: Mental Health, Schizophrenia,
This is a work of prose poetry. It is written by someone who suffers from schizophrenia. Dr Fearne’s schizophrenia is now well managed, and this comes through in the work. Dr Fearne’s book is a testament to how, with the right level of equanimity, achievement is possible. A little background on Dr Fearne will set the scene. Dr Fearne’s first book, Diary of a Schizophrenic, was successfully launched at the 2010 Melbourne Writers Festival. He was interviewed on Radio National at the time around the country. Fearne then worked in the field, launching his second book A Schizophrenic on Artaud, at Readings in Carlton. The speeches from the launch were broadcast on 3CR around Melbourne. Fearne volunteered for the Brainwaves radio show, and co-hosted a show on mental illness and poetry. As has been mentioned, this is a work of prose poetry. It in many respects defies categorisation, except one. It can be considered an epic poem, written in prose.
About the Author
Dr Paul Fearne suffers from schizophrenia, and has done so since 1998. He has completed a PhD on schizophrenia, and his first book, Diary of a Schizophrenic, was launched at the 2010 Melbourne Writers Festival. He regularly appeared on radio, and even on TV a few times. He has launched books at Readings booksellers in Carlton, and Parkville. He co-hosted a radio show on 3CR, exploring mental illness and poetry.
The missing piece is ourselves.
I have gathered all I can, and still I am left with nothing. But be that as it may, this nothing con-tains a treasure. It is the emptiness I am the confronts me. Be the difference, there is a right and a wrong way. But what is this way? We all must find it for ourselves. Whether in the throes, or against them.
Come to me, my only belief. When once I was a traveller, I knew how to sit at least. But when there was more to say, I couldn’t say it. I only pronounce things now, without inflection. But what was that I said yesterday? No one will ever understand! Be like someone you trust. And in being them, let go of the off handed remarks that go with the niceties of life. Be hard, and unbreakable. This much I can ask of you.
Come to the point, I implore you. What I have said will ruffle feathers, this much is true. I come to that point in the road, where I must continue on straight, or come back around to where I started from. I will continue.