Lobotomy Poetry

If you are interested in lobotomy and like poetry, you are in for a treat. My friend Penelope has written The Pest Maiden: A Story of Lobotomy, Poems by Penelope Scambly Schott. Her writing is so beautiful. Here is an example of her work from a different collection:
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The Millner's Dream
Imagine, you ladies whom I have made lovely, imagine this:

To stand like a fence post or a weathered snag or even a wide ceramic pot of withered marigolds, collecting the falling snow on the top of my head.

First the snow would catch in the ends of my hair and it might even melt a little from the heat of my scalp, but then there would begin to be a white blanket. It would start to mound up.

To stand abandoned like a broken garden stool. To become an old scarecrow with a crownless straw hat. To age among white furrows. To accumulate falling flakes.

To be still as a rock. To remain so absolutely still that the snow neither shifts nor blows, only compacts a little under its own flocked weight.

To wait here beyond slow dark until the snow clouds part and a shiver of moonlight casts blue shadows across the crusting field.

To hold my head straight and steady.

Now, that will be such a hat, a magnificence, to wear in the Church of Beauty Unnameable. When at last I bow down at the altar, my bared head will glitter. Ladies, it will flame.
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Good Lord, that just gives me the chills. What beauty. Here's a link to more info about The Pest Maiden and here's where you can order it.