First Memory
by Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was -
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
father and daughter
First Memory
by Louise Gluck
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was -
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
Sunday, 28 January 2007
Saturday, 27 January 2007
Friday, 26 January 2007
Thursday, 25 January 2007
Wednesday, 24 January 2007
Tuesday, 23 January 2007
Monday, 22 January 2007
Saturday, 20 January 2007
Friday, 19 January 2007
Ritalin
Obviously I love working with children... (names have been changed to protect the 'innocent')
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