from "Four Walls" by Ian McGilchrist

I read this this morning in the current issue of Poetry magazine:

When I left the world of academic English literature it was not because I was any less passionate about poetry, but because I did not want to spend my life operating on my friends. I thought I might kill them. Later I learned of Ted Hughes’s dream about the fox that came to him, singed and smelling of burnt hair, put its paw on the essay he was writing, leaving a bloody mark, and said, “You are destroying us.”

for more of the article on the effects of poetry and psychology go here