Through exploring the psychopathology of Capgras syndrome, in which a patient mistakes a loved one for an imposter, The Echo Maker offers a sustained meditation on the ways in which we project our own problems onto other people. As a reflection on the mysteries of consciousness, the novel offers some interesting if not especially new insights into the fuzzy boundaries between scientific and literary interpretations of the mind. Read more
These lazy, hazy, heavy-dog days
sniffing grass, scorching skin pink
and all those other things
I meant to do
Pen prone, poised, loaded –
to arm it with the flick of a catch.
Bed beckons, body warm, covers adrift –
to slip back under its nets of comfort.
To choose to move is the hardest act –
I will make all day.
These were two of the first pieces I wrote, one hot summer in my second year of University. Through the very artifical ambiguities in the penultimate line of the first poem, and in the last line of the second, they express the devastating emotional conflicts faced in a free and easy student life: to choose work over bed, or sunshine over a desk indoors.
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This page was published on June 15, 2008 | Keywords: poetry, decisions, choices, blank verse