I am not a poet. I am a professional linguist, learning about language: its structures, functions, meanings and their interrelationships; its manifestations in different forms; its applications to different contexts; and its relationships with the mind. I am not a poet. I am a functional linguist: using language, its finite lexico-grammatical rules, its rich lexicon with infinite creative power to make sentences, to compose texts, to create meanings, to express my feelings. I am not a poet. I am a language user, using language to describe my pain, disability, suffering; to share, inform, and inspire. I am not a poet. I am a sufferer, using language to metaphorise my pain, disability, suffering; to face my pain and disability up front. I am not a poet. I am a thinker, using language to philosophise my pain, disability, suffering; to transcend over pain and disability. I am not a poet. I am a mindful meditator, using language to focus each moment: to live in and with my pain and spasm, moment by moment; to manage my disability, moment by moment; to transcend my suffering, moment by moment; to live in the present, moment by moment; to triumph over pain and suffering.
A Natural Heritage Site in Ukraine. Photo by Михайло Пецкович, Львів.
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Sunrise in Morning Mist near Dulmen, North Rhine-Westphalis, Germany.
Sonnenaufgang im Morgennebel nahe Dülmen, Nordrhein-Westfalen, Deutschland. Photo by © Dietmar Rabich, rabich.de, CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons. (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/legalcode)