Category: trauma
Quotes of Category: trauma
When you're born a light is switched on, a light which shines up through your life. As you get older the light still reaches you, sparkling as it comes up through your memories. And if you're lucky as you travel forward through time, you'll bring the whole of yourself along with you, gathering your skirts and leaving nothing behind, nothing to obscure the light. But if a Bad Thing happens part of you is seared into place, and trapped for ever at that time. The rest of you moves onward, dealing with all the todays and tomorrows, but something, some part of you, is left behind. That part blocks the light, colours the rest of your life, but worse than that, it's alive. Trapped for ever at that moment, and alone in the dark, that part of you is still alive. book-quotetraumaТо, что Джон Уэйд пошел на войну, было заложено в природе любви. Не ради того он пошел, чтобы гробить других или себя, не ради того, чтобы быть хорошим гражданином, или героем, или человеком нравственного долга. Только ради любви. Только чтобы быть любимым. Он воображал, как отец, которого уже нет на свете, говорит ему: «Был, значит, там, стервец ты этакий, все, к чертовой матери, сделал как надо – ну, горжусь, ублажил так ублажил». Он воображал, как мать утюжит его форму, натягивает сверху пластиковый мешок и вешает в шкаф, чтобы потом нет-нет да и открыть, полюбоваться, потрогать. А иногда Джон воображал свою собственную к себе любовь. Любовь без риска ее потерять. Он воображал, как навеки завоюет любовь какой-то незримой таинственной публики – людей, которых он когда-нибудь встретит, людей, которых уже встречал. Порой он совершал дурные поступки только ради того, чтобы его любили, а порой сам себя ненавидел за то, что так сильно нуждается в любви. book-quotetraumaTruth for anyone is a very complex thing. For a writer, what you leave out says as much as those things you include. What lies beyond the margin of the text? The photographer frames the shot; writers frame their world. Mrs Winterson objected to what I had put in, but it seemed to me that what I had left out was the story's silent twin. There are so many things that we can't say, because they are too painful. We hope that the things we can say will soothe the rest, or appease it in some way. Stories are compensatory. The world is unfair, unjust, unknowable, out of control. When we tell a story we exercise control, but in such a way as to leave a gap, an opening. It is a version, but never the final one. And perhaps we hope that the silences will be heard by someone else, and the story can continue, can be retold. When we write we offer the silence as much as the story. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken. Mrs Winterson would have preferred it if I had been silent.Do you remember the story of Philomel who is raped and then has her tongue ripped out by the rapist so that she can never tell? I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced. All of us, when in deep trauma, find we hesitate, we stammer; there are long pauses in our speech. The thing is stuck. We get our language back through the language of others. We can turn to the poem. We can open the book. Somebody has been there for us and deep-dived the words. I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven. He or she has to learn to forgive him or herself. book-quotetruthsilencestorytelling