Like my literary namesake, I’ve had wheezles and sneezles for the past five days.
Tag Archives: Illness
Where Are the Toys of Yesteryear?
Where are the toys of yesteryear? Such is the lament of this poem by Scott Bates.
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God Does Not Leave Us Comfortless
As my father struggles to retain his memory, I think of Jonathan Swift.
My Father in the Hospital
A Mary Oliver poems captures my fears about my father, currently hospitalized.
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A Bulimic Sees Herself in Milton’s Satan
One of my students who suffers from bulimia finds her condition mirrored in Satan’s rebellion against God.
When You’re Sick, Call the Musketeers
I seldom get sick but, when I do, I become a wimp. Generally my illnesses take the form of stabbing sinus pain, and I retreat into a cocoon of misery and imagine myself about to die. As is appropriate for my melodramatic self pity, my mind invariably fixates upon a literary scene composed during France’s […]
Swollen Hemingways? See a Doctorow
Terence Winch As we move into the flu season, here’s a fun poem that can speak to our anxieties about the H1N1 virus. It imagines a whole host of literary stalwarts involved in the illness. The poem is by the Irish American poet Terence Winch. Thanks to my father Scott Bates, himself a wonderful writer […]
