Dysphoria by Shane NeilsonDysphoria by Shane Neilson


byShane Neilson

Paperback | March 31, 2017

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A heart-rending poetic commentary on the pain, anxiety and dissatisfaction that go hand-in-hand with mental illness, and on the complex and emotional interplay between doctor, patient and outsider.

Title:DysphoriaFormat:PaperbackDimensions:104 pages, 8 × 5 × 0.3 inPublished:March 31, 2017Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:088984402X

ISBN - 13:9780889844025

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Dysphoria 1. Emotion distilled into ampoules, the inoculateroaring at the head of the needle-who needsdepot when the body's flooded with feeble?Perhaps the lobotomy was the right thing to do,back when you said you understood me and, ha,no-I understood you. In the car park, at Big Park, Little Park, in grocery aisles, in community rinks; past security checkpoints and through turnstiles, it was all darkness. To the coasts, I roar:When a man loves a woman, he can't keep his mind.Oh needle of lonesome, here's my ass one more time.Last night, you asked `How does it feel?' Percy? Sing for us? She can bring him such miseryif she plays him for a fool. This anthem serves the lostin lieu of help; that's how it feels, old and goodbodies. Raise your right index finger and saygoodbye to the fool that points between youreyes. The sensor never lies. It identifies.Earth, Fire, Air, WaterThe cry of pain is life -BichatFeel your cells.They dwell in the drama you set,that spell of forget and remember.Cells are demented elephants,atolls that move in storms.Heaven or hell is the Brownian motion.From the sky: portents and weather, the impetus.In Hooke's eye, pain is an organelle.Cells die together, as do we.En masse, the telos is alone,yet,for me, that's never true.I will die thinking of you. I will die thinking.Of you, the pain says nothing. You are.What I say, and sing, for I am in pain,and have always been: I am alive.Pain is not the cry.The cry is that I think of you,I think of life.

Editorial Reviews

This passionate and illuminating book is like no other in our literature: a new classic.

- M. Travis Lane