last week, I think on Tuesday,
just gave up breathing
a big smashed doll
with the needle still in her arm
I made a funeral of leaves
and sang the Book of Questions
to her face as white as hailstones
to her eyes as closed as heaven
‘For Ann so still and dreamy’
The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954), Saturday 7 February 1953,
The paper dolls
we had to dance
for a visitor’s amusement.
we are pinned
to a wall.
Our pencilled eyes
can’t blink away the dust.
we grip each other’s hands
whenever the door
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 21 January 1928
“Neighbours bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.
– Benjamin Franklin
“Men whose trade is rat-catching love to catch rats; the bug destroyer seizes on his bug with delight; the suppressor is gratified by finding his vice.”
When rats infest the Palace a lame cat is better than the swiftest horse.
“All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.”
At the time Switters had disputed her assertion. Even at seventeen, he was aware that depression could have chemical causes.
“The key word here is roots,” Maestra had countered. “The roots of depression. For most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early adolescence. It’s about that time that we start viewing the world as something other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how threatening it can e, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become, for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Even an old tomato like me can recall how painful, scary, and disillusioning that realization was. So, there’s a tendency, then, to slip into rage and self-pity, which if indulged, can fester into bouts of depression.”
Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates
J. K. ROWLING, speech, Jun. 5, 2008
“I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye