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Skin Collection - Self Harm (Paperback)
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Skin Collection - Self Harm (Paperback)
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Loot Price R554
Discovery Miles 5 540
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Description The Skin Collection was initially based upon six poems
that were to do with self-harming behaviour in the form of
skin-picking. As Isobel developed confidence she begun to use
poetry to help describe the desperateness of her depression and
mood-swings. Isobel finally found a way of using words to put a
voice to some very difficult feelings that were not only very
confusing but also very destructive. About the Author Isobel Knight
was born in Oxford in 1974. She did a degree in Winchester in 1997.
She then worked in arts administration before working in managerial
roles in the voluntary sector. She also trained as a Bowen
Therapist (a remarkable form of gentle soft-tissue therapy from
Australia) and has her own private practice. Always interested in
writing, Isobel has already started to write her own autobiography.
She also loves classical music and plays the Alto recorder. She
also enjoys both watching classical ballet and dancing herself.
Isobel is also very fond of cats, and finds them very therapeutic
This is her first collection of poetry. Book Extract Someone tore
at the curtains of my heart.
My hand is stretched out fully to crisis; I never made contact
with them. Misery grazes my face; a rope is uncoiled from the pit
of my stomach, unravelling down the road. Screams pierce the
darkness in my head and whistle out of my skull. I want him, oh
god. Like a sacrifice I am lain dead at her feet.
I would dance naked down the street, turn Catherine wheels until
the flames sparkle the skies and ignite us. Jumping Jack in
somersault, reach and pull me down,
Over and over, I flip, upside down. A flat gingerbread, who has
been caught by the wolf. In flight I soar the foggy skies that
cloud my comprehension. I turn inside out, agony unscrews in the
darkness.
Wax is dripping out of my formless self. The clock moves so
reluctantly I have to budge it with the second hand.
MOVE.
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