One of the blogs I follow is KK’s Yard Sale of Thoughts, and the other day she posted a response to a prompt. I didn’t take part in the prompt, it seemed to be a “serious poet’s” prompt and that’s about the last way I would describe myself, but it was a thoughtful concept.
They started with an established, published poem. I’m not sure if it specifically had to be a poem, but that’s what KK chose. And just to use that as the inspiration for something of their own. Again, not sure if the output was specified, but she wrote a poem. The poem she chose as her inspiration was written by Walt Whitman.
I’m not very good on literature. I have maybe had a stable of authors like Orwell or Dumas or Dostoyevsky, and I’ve read pretty much everything they wrote. But there are also many authors I don’t know, but feel they might have been rewarding. Whitman falls into that category. KK provided a link to the poem so I took the opportunity. I’ll put the link at the base of my post – it’s a lovely poem but beware, it is a fifteen-minute read.
It’s basically praising the human body. I’m sure I caught “sacred” in there, think I caught “reverence”, so you get the picture. It is certainly reverential.
But I don’t agree. Just for the hell of it, I came up with a response of my own.
Their crumpled bodies, once so strong,
Now shrivelled up in fear,
I pass among their shellshocked souls,
And grieve with hidden tears.
My eyes look on a lady,
At one time, better bred,
Reliant on her husband,
She cannot leave her bed.
“She does herself no favours”,
Says doctor with blank stare,
In hospital, discharged herself,
The clatter could not bear.
He walks with drunken stagger,
His neighbours point and gawk,
But little do they know the man
Has not long learned to walk.
No answer from the old man,
His silence is devout,
But clearly he is lucid,
His words just won’t spill out.
We hail our modern treatments,
Survival rates the drive,
We miracles of science,
Still breathing, yet deprived.
We blindly fund our research,
I pain to reconcile,
Just how much function must we lose,
Before life’s not worthwhile?
This is just my experience, visiting stroke survivors on the hospital ward. All of these people I met; one of them is me. It’s one of the things that bugs me, that a doctor will see a heap-of-jelly stroke survivor, possibly unable to look after themselves, possibly unable to speak, and hail it as a success. I become incredibly sad that once-proud, strong, athletic people are left with bodies that fail them, kept breathing by medication.
I’m very clear that by the time all this happens, we have discovered our finity, so to try to turn that into something infinite, I think, is just cruel.
Whitman’s original:
This response is powerful. There seem to be so many great minds that do great things despite the body’s limitations or brokenness, I would hardly pretend to understand the suffering of freedoms lost by the body’s limits, but I think there is still great strength of spirit, will, and the ability to live in fullness even when the body is a burden. Infinity in imagination and ingenuity, perhaps? Will continue to contemplate all that is said in these lines.
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Speaking personally, at one stage my mind was all I had. I’m thankful now that I can get about but I’m very good at remembering feelings, and remember that feeling of helplessness. The other big feeling was of regret, just that I might have valued my physical ability more. I did a fair amount, especially cycling, but there could always have been more.
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I truly hope that even more freedoms open up in different ways, so that you can do more in this lifetime then what you can even imagine right now. I have not been physically injured as you, but I have been helpless, in another way. I’ve had to rely on my mind to make it through. But, the memories are still there as well. We can’t let that stop us from seizing what this life has to offer us, no? What we find will only be sweeter because of the suffering we have endured. So we can say for today, there is no regrets. 🙂
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there are no regrets…..;)
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Well I’d quite like to get over to the USA one more time. But I’m probably an Undesirable Alien anyhow 🤣
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Yeah, there and everywhere in the EU too, no? 😂😂
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I might be undesirable in the US but the EU would find me revolutionary 🤣
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I sometimes don’t know what to say on your post. I read them often but I just don’t know what to say. I’m such a happy person. I don’t care what I go through I find the beauty in it. I’ve had a stroke before. And I can only say, “But God!” Life is really what we make of it. Sometimes the cards don’t play in our favor, yet, there is still some joy in it all. I love you my brother that I don’t know but love anyways. Isn’t that what’s it about? Love. Joy. Peace. Gratitude. Faith. Hope. An expected end. Hold fast. Hold your head up. Stay encouraged. Blessings to you!
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Thanks, San, what a lovely message. Thanks,
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You’re welcome
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And, a friend just sent me this link, thought you might like it. I didn’t know it but it has a very Motown feel to it. This track and the next are brilliant. I hope you can do Spotify.
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I’ll check it out. I’m jamming to Kirk Franklin greatest hits now.
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Much food for thought here. I can imagine there being a point at which to die might feel like a welcome release.
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My gran lived to 99 and for probably the last ten years she would say how she wanted to die. At the time, I really had no clue. I do now.
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It’s a shame we can’t give people their own say really.
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Great poem and thoughts my friend. One of my biggest fears is being incapacitated in some way to the point I can’t speak or take care of myself. I watched my mom slide into dimentia before she died…really sad to see a once vibrant human being waste away. It’s almost like watching someone erasing a drawing one line at a time.
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Thanks Larry, I guess the saving grace for somebody with dementia wold have be a kind-of event horizon, after which they are unaware of their own state. Impossibly difficult for the family, however, who are lucid throughout.
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It’s terrifying both physically and the idea of being a burden to my girls…
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and of course, that scenario is increasingly likely as more people survive the acute illness. But what can we do? My mum spent her life preparing for old age and only lived to 68.
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😥
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A heartfelt and articulate post Mr B.
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Thanks, Hobbo. It was on my mind but originally I didn’t think I had the words. When it finally popped out, it came quite quickly.
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My aunt passed away in February. She was 95. Until the last week of her life, she read novels daily. She talked on the phone with clarity about each family member.
Many years ago she had several strokes. The remnants of no longer having a very loud voice, one side partially paralyzed, and the inability to write did not stop her from doing many things.
On the other hand I have had family with far less wrong with them, who stayed in their recliners and just existed.
I know with all of my disabilities I can no longer do what I wish I could. Blogging has been a great outlet to get to know more people in the world. I often think of how I would/will react if more systems shut down in my body. It is not a fun thought.
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What’s that saying? Youth is wasted on the young?
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I agree. Oh if I had that energy now.
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I think, in the end, it ought to be about what a person wants. Stephen Hawking lived for so long with such physical limitations. I have no idea what he wanted but he got a lot done in his time. But if you hate being helpless and physically dependent it’s an awful sentence. At the moment, the law prevents any kind of mercy. I understand the complication but it does seem cruel.
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yep there are regular calls to change those laws here but every time, they punt it. I can see why.
But I think we are often contradictory because we willingly take all this treatment which allows us to decay gradually. So in a way we are complicit in wanting to stay alive.
It’s a difficult one. A lot of people might say they want out but how many of them just stop any treatment?
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Yes to all you said. But people are rarely making decisions just for themselves. They have loved ones they might end up considering who will be distraught if they just “give up”.
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or who might be relieved 🤣
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😂
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