tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933185708262542342.post103528206105846435..comments2023-06-10T13:00:54.278+01:00Comments on Whilst Walking Jack: In the Museum of SufferingFionahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747760690323980311noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933185708262542342.post-82971486695486918092023-06-10T13:00:54.278+01:002023-06-10T13:00:54.278+01:00Powerful poem. It resonates deeply with me. My own...Powerful poem. It resonates deeply with me. My own museum is pretty well-tended, yet I've lost track of all its artifacts in my mind. They're uncategorized and uncatalogued, other than generally, as the painful relics of my life. I hope I can dust them off and let them go. I don't think they have the value the curator in me believed they did when she married us both to the idea of preserving then forever. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com