Blame It on Chekhov

Published January 18, 2016 by Nan Mykel

For years now, whenever I have cautioned someone not to teach their grandmother to suck eggs they have been stymied, never having heard that phrase before. Even I never knew where it came from, butchekhov tonight I found it, in Anton Chekhov’s “Selected Stories,” newly translated by Ann Dunnigan, p 43, in the short short story “Surgery.” The dentist says, “Teach your grandmother to suck eggs! Oh Lord the ignorance of the people!” Anton Chekhov ———>

OOBES, ANYONE?

Published January 17, 2016 by Nan Mykel

My third book, Shattered Boundaries, is a story about an incest survivor who falls in love with a homosexual who has AIDS and learns to journey out of her body. While on a journey, she runs into “trouble” and as a result stays away from her body too long. When she returns it is to her own funeral.  I have been surprised how few people have heard of OOBES, and was glad this week to read The ESP Enigma: The scientific case for psychic phenomenon,”  by Diane Hennacy Powell, M.D. Chapter 7 is titled “Was She Out of Her Mind, or Just Out of Her Body?”dreams test for google

I am toying with writing a sequence to my book, involving those characters in addition to a TULPA, but probably even fewer folks know what tulpas are. (Available on Amazon via Create Space}.

Poetics: Persona Poem

Published January 13, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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OUT TO GET ME

On the streets of New York

every woman wears a lasso at her side.

She struts her stuff and gives a wink–

or was an eyelash in her eye?

Her beauty lures me to her until I am

the captor, no longer her, and with

my marriage vows in shambles,

she escapes. There ought be a law.

 

(Idon’t know how to get my poem to you)

My comment would be:  When researching for my first book, I read “Men Who Rape,” by Nicholas Groth, and found that many men experience the attractiveness of women as an aggressive magnet used against them.

A Show-Off’s Dream

Published January 11, 2016 by Nan Mykel

This is about me, of course. A slightly different dream, so I thought I’d share.
I am in front of a room full of people I know and I am reading a poem I have written. While I am still reading they start talking and go on and on so that I lie down. When I waken I realize the voices going on and on are from CNN, which I had left on.

THE GROUCH

Published January 10, 2016 by Nan Mykel

You’re too nice. Can’t you see I’m a grouch?

Lazy too, as I crouch on my couch.

I carry spit balls in my pouch,

but I’m the one who first yells “ouch!”

ME, DISSOCIATE?

Published January 10, 2016 by Nan Mykel

I learned a lot while writing FALLOUT: A Survivor Talks to Incest Offenders. I have two points to make in this post.
First, I did an incredible amount of research and am left with a big box full of articles which I Xeroxed. I hate to just throw them away. If anyone thinks they may write on the subject some day or is just curious, please let me know and I’ll send them to you, USA, post-paid.
Second, I learned that I have a slight tendency to dissociate, at least according to John Brier’s definition of dissociation. He and Runtz (1988) questioned sexually abused and non-abused college women and found that the subjects could be discriminated one from the other group by whether they met Briere’s broad criteria for dissociation, which included “reduced responsiveness,” “spacing out,” “derealization” (experiencing things as unreal), “out-of-body experiences” and “lost time.”
Briere describes spacing-out behavior and disengagement as “withdrawal into a state of affective neutrality, where thoughts and awareness of external events are, in a sense, placed on hold.” These periods usually last from seconds to several minutes. The depth of dissociation in these cases is usually shallow. (Briere, 1992, 37-38, Child Abuse Trauma.
I can remember “going inside” myself but never thought of it as dissociation, which perhaps it was.
At the other end of the continuum, of course, are the much more serious examples of DID, or what used to be called “multiple personality disorder.”

Funny Obituary (Mine)

Published January 6, 2016 by Nan Mykel

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     Retired prison psychologist Nan Mykel passed away last week at the age of 79*, with her boots on. As reported in a recent interview, she said her workplace had expanded from a small prison to embrace the entire county of Athens, Ohio, where she had lived since 1980.
    Whether it was volunteering at the local public access television channel in Athens where she produced Kaleidoscope, a weekly show, caretaking her 6-page Word Press blog or squeezing out words for the library’s poetry and writing groups, her mind remained in a frenzy, searching for new ways of looking at things.
     It is reported that even on weekly trips to Gallipolis, where she took her Downs Syndrome daughter to lunch Sundays, she drove with paper and pen on the car seat beside her to capture elusive poetry ideas. (Now that she’s gone that illegal practice can be recorded).
     Nan was of the old, old school, growing up in a world of mechanical typewriters. The advent of wires, cords, connectors,  monitors, mice and internet passwords caught her unawares and it was with grim determination that she cautiously inched her way into the computer age. Once on its threshold, she rushed to self-publish three books, which comprise her legacy, along with the refurbished hp and other “stuff” that occupied her home office.
     Rumors that she was not a good housekeeper are apparently true, as we discovered on our post-mortem visit.
     Incidentally, as an aside, the germ of this obituary was conceived on the Nustep machine at Heart Works in Athens, Ohio, the day after her first and last poetry group session.
     And now it can be told: her password, which is etched on her tombstone, was “hairballs”.
*She was always cagey about her age. She could have been 80.

A Second Dream Awakening

Published January 4, 2016 by Nan Mykel

Christmas morning about 5:15 a.m. my unconscious woke me up again, but there was no obvious purpose in it.  This time it took the form of one very loud ring, like that of the old-fashioned telephone.  To date it haas utilized three loud knocks, a doorbell, a regular phone ring and even my cell phone. Have I got a creative unconscious or a bug in my ear?!

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