Is This Scary?: Poems
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A challenging exploration of mental illness and disability from Governor General’s Award winner Jacob Scheier.
Is This Scary? digs deep into internal landscapes of suffering, including depression and anxiety, chronic physical ailment, and rare neurological malady. With its many eccentric songs and odes to medications and medical procedures, this book is full of both levity and unapologetic lament. Pushing back against societal stigma, Is This Scary? unflinchingly addresses experiences of psychiatric institutionalization and suicidality, without either romanticizing or pathologizing them. Scheier rejects much of the mainstream cultural views of mental illness, subverting the biochemical model by emphasizing the radical subjectivity of mental suffering. While the poems render the difficulty of communicating pain to others, they defiantly celebrate its expression and evocation through visceral lyricism.
Scheier also challenges our culture’s desire to be inspired by stories of “triumphing” over illness and disability. Nothing is overcome here, the journey from illness to wellness is one of narrative and aesthetic disruption. The perpetually incomplete search for self and home is ultimately at the heart of this book: along with being a person with disabilities, the poet-speaker identifies as a Diaspora-Jew, engaging exile as a chronic state of being that isn’t intended to be resolved, but rather explored, expressed, and honored.
Ode to Prednisone
Herr Pill! You murder sleep.
Eugenicist Cortisol, re-make me—
ox-strong, moon-faced, onioned-skin.
Hugs are dangerous.
Performance-enhancing drug for poets—
you triple feelings. Elegies for the late train & spilled milk.
Anxiety is Everything.
Threatened by the light that brightens the dark.
Dread tolerates Ativan.
Faustian Chemical, you resurrect myths
like Lazarus. He was never the same.
Charon-ian Steroid,
I’ve been to that shore the dead clamour for.
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Is This Scary? - Jacob Scheier
Is This Scary?
Poems
Jacob Scheier
ECW Press LogoDedication
Dear Sam, This Isn’t a Suicide Note
Palinopsia Song or Ode to Some Fucking Bird
Ode to Prednisone
Crohn’s Song
Symptoms Include a Compulsive Desire to be Understood
Poem for a Broken Bone
Election Night in the Ward
Ode to Zopiclone
To My Friends Who Did Not Visit Me in the Mental Hospital
Circular Labyrinth
The Chestnut Tree Café
Self-Parenting
Noonday Yahweh
Song for a Colonoscopy
The Spaz
To a Child Whose Mother Has Not Yet Died
Song to the Suicides
Note
Metamorphosis
Jumbo Elegy
God as We Understood Him
On Missing a Train Stop
Songs from an Emergency Room
Nearly 50% of Toronto Islands underwater after recent deluge of rain: City
In Praise of Losing Things
Ode to Remicade
Infusion Song
And Then Job Answered God from inside the Whirlwind They Were Both Caught inside Of
Job’s Girlfriend
Lamotrigine Song
Re: hey, and i might have cancer
Harold and Maude Revisited
Wanting to Not Want to Die
My Last Depression
Notes
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Copyright
Dedication
For Brad
Dear Sam, This Isn’t a Suicide Note
In a way, it’s an anti-suicide letter.
But I understand if you don’t read it
because you may have already killed yourself
as we agreed was your right. We saw it the same way
during that war on ourselves or, to be more straightforward,
the Psych Ward. There were plenty of atheists
in that foxhole, not to mention the occasional Satanist
like the Zyprexa-shut-eyed girl
who lost internet privileges for feeding
her psychosis on occult sites. But they
didn’t take away my copy of The Divine Comedy
because it was Christian I guess
and I was merely depressed.
You were the only unmedicated person on the floor.
First mental patient I’ve ever known diagnosed
purely with an existential crisis. Though when a resident
mentioned Cymbalta, you were adamant:
didn’t want a pill to take away what little you felt,
even if it was pain. I wondered,
doing my best Mrs. Ramsay, if the right med
could make you see a silvered, rough wave
and proclaim, It is enough! It is enough!
But didn’t say so, as I hadn’t read
To the Lighthouse since this condition
caused waves to appear sharp, jagged. Like everything else
in this world, piercing. And you had a point
about the pill. Neither the benzos nor gaba-
pentin had caused me to give up entirely
on the idea of suicide.
The most well-groomed
mental patient I ever saw, you must have shaved
every day before breakfast. Your neck gleamed
in your colour-guarded
V-necks. With my sagging beard
and untamed blond hair, I looked like Christ
but mean. Every night we walked the same square
of corridor. We discussed Camus more than Woolf.
You said you had to draw a line somewhere—
at the small but stifling compromises that
add up then suddenly define a life.
And of course there was a woman
who loved you but also didn’t.
On one of my day passes
I bought you Chekhov’s Selected
because I was sure you were in it.
My inscription said, because
you had mentioned it
as an alternative, Move to Russia.
Don’t kill yourself. I didn’t
sign my name. I told you my plans
when I got out: therapy, MBCT, volunteer
somewhere, find god, keep busy. You said