Are so much more than you believe
Watch out for your righteousness
It can turn
So very easily
Into self-righteous adulation
Watch out for your lies
Your hunger for power
Can turn your win
Into a loss you cannot predict
Watch out for your hate
It poisons your soul
You feed it
Until the darkness has swallowed you
Watch out for your greed
Your need to own
To have, to stuff, to fill
You never know
Who holds the keys to these shakles
Watch out for your infidelities
Than you think
Are you able to pay this bill
Watch out for your envy
Do you want to be beholden
To such masters
Watch out for your laziness
Your refusal to live
And permit the darkness to permeate
For all the grief you cause
For all the pain I witness
This pain is yours to carry
This grief is yours to hold
This hate is your burden
May it come back to you
And you alone
Until you learn to love
(Begin with yourself)
May all of those
Who you have tainted
You meant well?
I mean what I say?
But a mean streak
Works just as well?
The means to an end?
What does it mean?
What do I mean?
I mean to you?
I mean to myself?
My life means to me?
Just a finite pearlstring
Of events my brain categorises
Into a meaningful story?
But is it meaningful?
This story of mine?
These random encounters
And I am simply the narrator?
Maybe not so simple after all?
The narrator creates reality
Without the storyteller
The pearls would tumble through space and time
I tell my life into being
In a teaching observation the person I observed was introducing free will and categories of determinism to the class. So I tried playing with the ideas.
I haven’t written much poetry lately, but continued to explore mixed media art projects. And I began a new series on my Instagram account @storyfae called ‘Truisms’. I wanted to explore these ubiquitous phrases–often used without much thought–and contemplate their meaning again.
Today I am not sharing my own work, but the work of my partner. He has worked in light-design for over 17 years, and on parental alienation day 2019, finally decided to create his own designs. The development took about a month, and as any good perfectionist, there are much more and more sophisticated things to be done if there would have been more time. The LED screen is 7×2 meters.
I interviewed dad erased before the live stream.
What was your inspiration?
I wanted to use colour and movement within the words displayed to highlight my own personal fears, anxieties, worries, and hate (anger) in dealing with parental alienation What inspired me were a lot of the words from various Twitter, Facebook, Blogs account of people talking about their own experiences of dealing with Parental Alienation and how they miss their kids, and the fights they have with systems that are adversarial; who choose to have a winner and a looser.
The other part of the inspiration (or admiration) is how, even after 10/12 years of battling with everything being against them in most cases they eventually are able to have an ongoing relationship with their kids. The saddest ones I have not talked about are the relationships that have not been fixed, the utterly completely broken relationships, and how it affects the targeted parents and the children as well, and sometimes it doesn’t get fixed, and it is such a loss of time, such a loss of time.
How did you go about developing the installation?
How I have done it is: this is just a tiny glimpse into how I feel about parental alienation. There is so much more that you could say; you could spend years researching PA and come up with so many different scenarios and situations and feelings and words. What I am trying to say is … the more I get into it; the more feeling I get behind it, and hopefully I can express better how I deal with it or how I am not dealing with it as an alienated parent myself.
What do you want to achieve?
I want to give a voice to the unseen who are lost in an adversarial system who chooses to establish winners and losers, and ultimately fails our children.
This is the glossary for the Abbreviations Section:
SAID – Sexual Allegations in Divorce
CIAF – Child Impact Assessment Service
VotC – Voice of the Child
CMS – Child Maintenance Service
CSA – Child Support Agency
PASG – Parental Alienation Study Group
PAAO – Parental Alienation Awareness Organisation
Cafcass – Children and family court advisory and support Service
NAAP – National Association of Alienated Parents
MATCH – Mothers apart from their children
FNF – Families need Fathers
JUMP – Jewish Unity for Multiple Parenting
FPS – Family Psychology Solutions
DADs – Dads Against Double Standards
PAPA – Parents Against Parental Alienation
F4J – Fathers for justice
SPARK – Support for the Parentally Alienated thru Random Acts of Kindness
PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
WHO – World Health Organisation
AAPA – Association Against Parental Alienation
PAS – Parental Alienation Syndrome
SPAN – Stop Parental Alienation Now
PAWWSG – Parental Alienation World Wide Support Group
FRI – Fathers Rights Ireland
EAPAP – European Association of Parental Alientation Practitioners
PAAA – Parental Alienation Awareness Association
HAP – Hostile Aggressive Parenting
PAA – Parental Alienation Awareness
NAOPAS – National Association of Parental Alienation Specialists
PASI – PAS Intervention
NPO – National Parents Organization
NPAF – NATIONAL PARENTAL ALIENATION FOUNDATION
CSPAS – Canadian Symposium For Parental Alienation Syndrome
PAD – Parental Alienation Disorder
ECTHR – European Court of Human Rights
ECHR – European Convention of Human Rights
HRA – Human Rights Act
Unicef – UN Convention on the Rights of the Child
PEF – Platform for Europeans Fathers
ICD-11 – WHO International Classification of Diseases
JM2P – I Love My 2 Parents
APIPDF – Association for Parental Equality and Children’s Rights
BOLD – bubbles of love day
HCS – High Conflict Separations
CAFE – Canadian Association for Equality
The heart of a lion in winter
Empathy in oodles
Smile like the sun
Like the sister
Gentle giant becoming
Fierce warrior gawky
Sadnes like a cloud of dust
Surrounds you always
Your responsibility is your life
In an ocean of madness
You are missed always
Old lion’s grey mane
Leaves traces in the dust