On The Edge of The Asylum by David Hay

 

On the Edge of the Asylum is a raw, deeply personal account of what it is like to experience a breakdown in the aftermath of physical and emotional trauma.

When I first received the manuscript which would become On The Edge of the Asylum, I was struck by its directness. Historically such writing is coined ‘confessional’, which I personally find reductive of what is immensely brave and honest testimony to a life lived in the face of devastating challenges.

Time spent in a psychiatric ward, facing the dark reality of an unreliable sense of self, and coming to terms with complex and fragile familial connections, makes this collection deeply visceral and at times, feral, in its depiction of self-perception, at its most fractured. David wonders why I call him brave in writing this body of work and sharing it with the world; I know readers will share my sentiment, regardless of their personal feelings, when immersed in the uncommon reality of his world.

David Hay is an extraordinary young man and a fearless poet. On The Edge of the Asylum is an important body of work as it unashamedly invites us into his private world in staring down facets of mental illness, that, in most cases, is nothing less than an existential threat. He does so with unrelenting love, gratitude and grace.

 

 




They shot the dove that flew
with a homeless man's prayer,
peeled the blue roots from his wrists,
then broke their fists on his skull
before licking his tears with snake-eyed grins.
Spreading scale-black wings, they shut out the sun
whilst mocking the bird's joyous songs
drowning out his cries.
Then clasping his dirt-crust mouth open,
they poured their festered wounds
down the arch of his tongue.
His mother's bones broke like lightning in his eyes,
warnings to his deep-sea tides
puled by the moon in his breast.
His last breath tore the stars in two,
and shattered the silence
with thoughts never heard.