Obsessions is poetry, and claustrophobia are the letters that are obsessive-compulsive to the outline of the words that come together to format a meaning; I’m a neurotic poet?
Neurotic is defined as a person suffering from neurosis; for example:
mental case, psychoneurotic
claustrophobe – a person suffering from claustrophobia
hysteric – a person suffering from hysteria
obsessive – a person who has obsessions
obsessive-compulsive – a person with obsessive-compulsive characteristics
psychopath, sociopath – someone with a sociopathic personality; a person with an antisocial personality disorder (`psychopath’ was once widely used but has now been superseded by `sociopath’)
diseased person, sick person, sufferer – a person suffering from an illness
(http://www.thefreedictionary.com/neurotic)
Although, I have none of the above^^^^ symptoms of this psychological illness…. I can’t help to wonder why so many poets who suffered from it, was by all means the most beautiful poets.
Here are a few, to mention:
Sylvia Plath
(1932 – 1963)
“If neurotic wants two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. ”
Read more: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/
Dylan Marlais Thomas
(1914 – 1953)
“Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn’t do to upset one’s own vanity. “
Read more: http://neuroticpoets.com/thomas/
Oscar Wilde
(1854 – 1900
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.”
Read more: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/wilde/
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
(1830 – 1886)
“If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.”
Read more: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/dickinson/
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(1828 – 1882)
“I have been here before. / But when or how I cannot tell: / I know the grass beyond the door, / The sweet keen smell, / The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.”
Read more: http://www.neuroticpoets.com/rossetti/
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