For this week’s poetry prompt, we selected a chapter from Nerves and Common Sense by Annie Payson Call (freely available at Project Gutenberg). The text is an odd gem, and full of moments that had this reader nodding and shaking her head at the same time. This weekend, create a found poem using “You Have no Idea how I am Rushed” as source text.
“If this woman could open and let out her own interior tornado, which she has kept frozen in there by her false attitude of restful quiet, she would be more ill for a time, but it might open her eyes to the true state of things and enable her to rest to some purpose and to allow her household to rest, too.
It seems, at first thought, strange that in this country, when the right habit of rest is so greatly needed, that the strain of rest should have become in late years one of the greatest defects. On second thought, however, we see that it is a perfectly rational result. We have strained to work and strained to play and strained to live for so long that when the need for rest gets so imperative that we feel we must rest the habit of strain is so upon us that we strain to rest. And what does such “rest” amount to? What strength does it bring us? What enlightenment do we get from it?”