tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post1437075816756189060..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Please Don't - Reprisechristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-73662670452593384502011-05-22T08:45:04.847-07:002011-05-22T08:45:04.847-07:00Erin, you succeed in intriguing me and confirming ...Erin, you succeed in intriguing me and confirming for me the complexity in the topic. I think the idea of aliveness equaling pain is right on<br /><br />In the lives of most who cut this attempt to be alive seems to be unsuccessful as a rise to joy as you describe it. As is usual for those behaviors we label "sick", there is a stockpile of unhappiness either already there or arriving hard on the heels of the behavior, and an entrapment that forces repetition.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-85324893742174962952011-05-22T04:53:26.713-07:002011-05-22T04:53:26.713-07:00huh. i was just thinking about this last night in...huh. i was just thinking about this last night in very different terms. it has just recently gotten hot here and i worked yesterday and all i wanted to do was finish work, come home and then throw myself at the trails in the forest running. i've not run for a long time but i longed to hurt for a reason. i wanted my body to be used. i wanted to sweat (and normally this is something i'm not fond of doing) and i wanted to hurt. i wanted reassurance that i am here. as i ran i remembered a couple summers ago when i left my husband. i barely ate. it wasn't sadness, rather i was trying to escape the comfort and weight of my marriage. i carried around a hollow belly. it felt good. i felt alive. it felt as though i was close to understanding my body, as though i was close enough to privation to understand need and reward, not just satiating gluttony. and i ran, i sweat, i ached. i felt deliciously alive. i can understand the desire to have affirmation of this living state. culturally we are afraid of cutting and all and so we lump it toward the negative corner. i can somehow (perhaps perversely) see a great deal of positive in it and that startles me.<br /><br />interesting post, christopher.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-41686616183248163262011-05-22T01:49:12.691-07:002011-05-22T01:49:12.691-07:00Thank you. It is a difficult topic. I have known...Thank you. It is a difficult topic. I have known a few "cutters" and I think the whole thing is really complex.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-78632918364226899952011-05-22T01:39:34.780-07:002011-05-22T01:39:34.780-07:00i like this.. i like the way you have written this...i like this.. i like the way you have written this.AMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10104600174286589032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-21551675493800678532011-05-19T08:44:12.588-07:002011-05-19T08:44:12.588-07:00thank you, Ghost. They are so so young...
Harleq...thank you, Ghost. They are so so young...<br /><br />Harlequin, I know. I have only known a few but it was obvious how odd and deep the world of cutting is. This completely different relation to pain is compelling to me because pain is so one dimensional in my own life, something to be avoided at all costs. I have only known women and most of them have had an ethereal beauty that stretches outward though they do not recognize it with cutting down in the core somehow as a mostly secret thing.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-43596526404094594542011-05-18T21:24:00.742-07:002011-05-18T21:24:00.742-07:00i like what you have offered here and feel like i ...i like what you have offered here and feel like i might have to go and write something about this as well. <br />i work with kids and adults with autism and "self injurious behaviours" ( or SIB's as they are referred to in " the literature") are frequent. my own exploration of these with my kids and adults has disclosed that SIB's can be everything from strategic to cathartic to sensation seeking to making oneself present to oneself. <br />this is a deep well.. your poem gives it breathing room.Harlequinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964772119118368322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-64387500991559820502011-05-18T17:55:19.123-07:002011-05-18T17:55:19.123-07:00dead sound...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiMWi-cgeqQ" rel="nofollow">dead sound... </a>Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-89726629653219742102011-05-17T21:02:29.797-07:002011-05-17T21:02:29.797-07:00I don't know how to feel about this one. Of al...I don't know how to feel about this one. Of all the poems of yours that I have read this is the only one so far that I have decided to give a couple of days to simmer, then I will come back to read it again. Maby then I will have an opinion, like my opinion is that important anyway.<br />The word of the day fearti, if you remove two vouls you end up with a small explosion between the thighs(Webster Dictionary, circa I don't know).Wanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12384347526625976847noreply@blogger.com