The March Of Progress
THE MARCH OF PROGRESS
Unto Keats and the Brownings, Wordsworth
To Byron, Shakespeare, Tennyson – Hark
A vulcan hammering assaulted the ears
A fresh forging of styles and fancies
While simultaneously shrugging off
The outmoded or simply worn out
And is this nothing novel then after all
This shocking while shockseeking brouhaha
Artistic … Interpersonal … Our boundaries blown?
For beneath quick and cud chewed to death … raw nub
“Bipolar!”, “Borderline!”, they bray … With drugs to match
That serve to line the silken pockets of slick well fed pickpockets
Posted on January 3, 2015, in Poetry and tagged Madness, Poetry, Social commentary. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
In certain ways I have proceeded past the pickpockets to a more sensible way to find health and peace.
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Good for you. 🙂
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Will be back to re-read – (and continue catching up!)
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One of those that took me where I didn’t expect to be going, and only began to reveal itself to me well after I finished writing it. It was then I started to see how and why the various strands entwined.
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I love when that happens!
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Then someone sent me an article
(https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2015/01/13/verse-going-viral/)
and everything fell into place. 🙂
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Unfortunately the drugs never match. I’d love to see something you write directed at ECT. It is being promoted again as the answer to all mental health problems and so many are going to be sucked in. Now that Medicare and Medicaid pay the full price, I love to have something else to provide the community other than our personal experience.
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Have you read this?
http://www.wakingtimes.com/2015/01/09/mental-illness-truly-exist-western-medicine-us-believing/
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