A diary page for all lives seen.
For each expression, depression, Condescension and rage
hands raised in anger… every day caged
mark that time, story, act and mime
moment to movement I don’t draw lines.
Defy hollow words that cheapen interaction
viscous vowels give me no traction…
I’m an artist, show me and I will feel it
share anger, pain(t) with your fears
fixed in the fibres by my tears
... a record for each memory displaced,
innocence, pride and ambitions disgraced,
anger and rage, consequence of age
Each moment of ire
Of unrequited desire.
Watching what has gone before
the shadowing role which I abhor,
it’s enough to match my breathing in those dark places
to know what I know and see what I see
I’m here, I’m me... and not judge.
With each breath, each ragged intake, tongue slake, heart ache… Each no way out.
Pencil loads memory into the cartridge and with each trigger…each release,
a pencils report, ecstasy and pain simultaneously wrought.
Each page etched in letters of your name
(on that institutionalised grave stone and in the long shadows on my face) ,
At this time, for this long and in this place.
Karl Tamminen has worked in the NHS for 29 years, 26 of them as an Art Therapist in low , medium and high secure mental health services. Currently his working week is split between the dual roles of clinical specialist in forensic art therapy and as the trust wide Professional Lead for Arts Therapies in the Humber NHS teaching Trust.
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