tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post113440989923075174..comments2024-03-11T13:06:54.859-07:00Comments on Esther's Writing Works : Pesha Gertler's Healing Time, trigger poem, Cancer Lifeline, Week of Dec. 12 '05Esther Altshul Helfgotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197997357138853342noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-28142273626025726582018-10-19T23:46:38.514-07:002018-10-19T23:46:38.514-07:00There are a few interesting points with time in th...There are a few interesting points with time in the following paragraphs but I don’t know if these center to heart. There’s some validity but I most certainly will take hold opinion until I look into it further. Great post , thanks and then we want more! Put into FeedBurner likewise <a href="https://asbestoscancer.org/stage-four-mesothelioma/" rel="nofollow">Asbestos Cancer Organization</a><br />Yousufzaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03950904033459775022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134531940414459362005-12-13T19:45:00.000-08:002005-12-13T19:45:00.000-08:00I agree that wnen the wounds are still raw, third ...I agree that wnen the wounds are still raw, third person enables the poet to enter an otherwise too-painful landscape.<BR/><BR/>However, I have also found the reverse to be true. After a certain time of healing has passed, I often find that I need to speak in my first person voice, in order to be fully present in the poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134410238812654132005-12-12T09:57:00.000-08:002005-12-12T09:57:00.000-08:00I often find my self speaking of myself in the the...I often find my self speaking of myself in the the third-person when I speak of past wounds. If I speak of myself in the third-person, well, that is because an account of my intrusion into this valley of suffering forces one, like Dorian Gray, to confront his own "devilish, furtive, ingrown" self-portrait. The pronoun he gives a blessed bit of distance between myself and a too fresh ordeal in which the use of I would be rather like picking off a scab only to find that the wound had not completely healed.My Daily Struggleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12785498459884222234noreply@blogger.com