Monday, 22 December 2008

Dead of Night 2

Mirrors, staircases, attics, cellars, fireplaces, dolls, dummies, cats, sheets, graveyards, woods, deserted streets. And all this with the most reassuring middle-class domesticity. The secure is an illusion. Beyond the mirror lies the true world. Or one just as true. It is a very English ghost story, this pretence, this dual existence. Call on the old demons: class, repression, puritanism, tradition: everyone a burial of some sort. It takes a foreign doctor to doubt the warp and weft of it. 'Crypto-amnesia. Do I make myself clear,' he asks. But the old lady answers him in the crispest, coolest English way, with a casting out, before another presents him with Hamlet's father's ghost. Back with Sigmund and Karl.

The dummy to come.


Poet in Residence said...

Santa comes in dead of night
Please Santa don't give George a fright
But bring him socks and inspiration
For he's the best poet in the nation!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
from Gwilym.

George S said...

Thank you, PiR / Gwilym, and a very happy Christmas and New Year to you too!