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Finding Poetry in Illness

Finding Poetry in Illness “Those who haven’t suffered serious illness rarely understand how isolating it can be. Suddenly I was cut off from all the strong and healthy people scurrying up their ladders of success. Being weak in America—where a presidential candidate can declare that the uninsured should be left…

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Hands Hurt

“My hand still hurts me once in a while, when it rains and all, and I can’t make a real fist any more — not a tight one, I mean — but outside of that I don’t care much. I mean I’m not going to be a goddam surgeon or…

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Phases

“Look sir. Don’t worry about me,” I said. “I mean it. I’ll be all right. I’m just going through a phase right now. Everybody goes through phases and all, don’t they?” – J.D Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye

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Life as Branches

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous…

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The Day You Told Me You Were Tired of Things that Break: A Rejoinder – Mary Jean Chan

I have heard you whisper: broken thingsare sharp edges. Brokenness begetsbrokenness. Why not turn your gazetowards the glazed ceramic vases,with their perfect posture and silentmouths? They have never cursedtheir maker, and will forever beof use. I reply: Consider this.Perhaps the hand touchingthe shattered pieces seesmore life in them than inthings…

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Voltaire on Criticism

To learn who rules over you, simply find out who you’re not allowed to criticize. – Voltaire

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