CONFINED, in an
Obviously, this is not (just) about keys, literally. Keys seemed a symbol for MY confinement within my illness; though I have done my best to re-invent myself and keep as much freedom as I (realistically) can.
The man said
“Don’t touch the
Which made me
Why did he
(I had not
Tried to touch
You do not
Then he spoke:
Trapped in time(I feel, can’t/do not want -quite- to articulate, verbally,what I mean……..)
Again, behind the symbolism of the key(s), the beautiful but archaic clock, the whispering(the silence, otherwise; ENFORCED) lies my baggage of repression, resentment of homophobia(internalised, particularly then, in the 80s), a lot of it connected with silent stuffy libraries. Rules, confinement, telling me how to be (heterosexual/”normal”).
So the key which is, now, the way OUT(sorry re the clichéd symbolism and metaphor!):….
I feel fairly free, however, in the NEW aery library:”that was then…. this is now”.
So, it’s upto ME to keep unlocking the doors, with MY key. I enjoy that part of the library I re-claim:reclaim for NOW/TODAY; and remember that I am a new self-made person and most of the internalised homophobia has gone now, (though the illness remains). This NOT the Hugh Owen Library at Aberystwyth in 1982; it is Liverpool Central Library -AND myself- re-invented, for 2014; so I can unlock the doors of painful memories and let the light in.:)
PS. Photography was allowed!
See also this posthttp://towardsutopia.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/the-new-central-libary-liverpool-impressionsramblings-and-more-linksintra-textualities-by-steven-benson/