On Friday, Nov. 13, 2009, poet and actor Michael Lally
underwent brain surgery at Weill-Cornell hospital in Manhattan.
[at left: The Extraction of the Stone of Madness (The Cure of Folly), ca. 147580, by Hieronymus Bosch (ca.14501516). Removing “stones” from the head was a fairly common medieval operation; Bosch, however, depicts a flower as the object being removed.]
Readers of Michael’s excellent blog, Lally’s Alley, which is usually a vehicle for his passionately held opinions on politics, writing, music, movies, and art, along with his reflections on life and his seemingly uncontrollable need to create all manner of lists, have, in the last month or so, been given something else—the day-to-day chronicle of a poet regaining his cognitive abilities. He had great difficulty at first putting words and sentences together; even listening to music or watching a movie were challenges. But over the past few weeks he has steadily gotten back his formidable powers of expression.
It is clear, however, that Michael has, in very
characteristic fashion, grown to value the traumatic and extraordinary
experience he has been through, enjoying a soul-deep transformation in how he
perceives the world around us.[photo: Will Farrell, His Holiness the Lally Dama, Terence Winch, Nov. 14, 2009]
Here’s a post he did from about a week after the operation (which I’ve re-arranged a little into a more poem-like shape):
500 DAYS OF SUMMER: After Brain Surgery
Could follow the simple plot
despite jumps in time.
Could appreciate the soundtrack.
But many finer points
I could not grasp.
Like where it’s set.
Seemingly a Midwest
My mind kept objecting, kept asking,
WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE?
And the connections between them
seemed false to me too.
Could not follow the young girl's
story or place in the story.
The big gaps in perception
making much of the film
seem almost atomized.
As if each scene,
each light,
each person, etc.
were uniquely and separately realized
without the usual fluid connection
between things that may be just in
our minds bridging those gaps for us.
What a strange trip this all is.
Thank you for this, Terence. Over the years, Michael Lally has unwittingly been my teacher. His writing has been instrumental is helping me find my own voice and expression. For this I will remain forever grateful and respectful. Regardless of the limitations of his physical state during recovery, his eloquence, honesty and compassion shine through.
Robert Z.
Posted by: robert zuckerman | December 09, 2009 at 12:07 PM
It seems the rocks in Michaels head match the holes in ours.
Posted by: Doug Pell | December 09, 2009 at 01:23 PM
I didn't know I looked so cute in white.
Posted by: lally | December 09, 2009 at 04:59 PM
Michael Lally has been such a sane, funny, passionate, poetic voice for so many decades, and now to embody all those qualities in his recovery from brain surgery (see all his beautifully humble analyses of his post-surgery thought processes in his postings on Lally's Alley) - it's inspiring.
Posted by: Chris Mason | December 09, 2009 at 05:52 PM
This IS inspiring. Thank you Terence, for this moving post.
Stacey
Posted by: Stacey | December 10, 2009 at 07:29 AM
Lally Dama! I love it! Thanks for sharing Uncle T.! (hope you are taking good care of my mom :-)) And wishing Michael a continued magical and inspiring recovery.
Posted by: Katie | December 10, 2009 at 09:28 AM
Great blog. Good news. Thanks for the uplifting information about Michael. Love Lally's Alley. Eileen
Posted by: Eileen Reich | December 10, 2009 at 04:24 PM
Thanks for the re-formatting of Michael's words. It works!
And for the picture of Lally, looking like some medical Gandhi practicing satyagraha in the waiting room.
In fact mybe that's what we need, given the screwed-up health care system we have.
Posted by: RJ (Richard) Eskow | January 10, 2010 at 02:56 PM
Dear RJ:
Thanks for the comment. (BTW, I'm a long-time Young Turks member & always enjoy your appearances on the show.)
Posted by: Terence Winch | January 10, 2010 at 03:26 PM
Wonderful post Terrence. I love the transformation of Lal's words on 500 Days of Summer into a poem. Didn't he once say in his cocky (no pun intended...maybe) salad days that he "pissed poetry"? And indeed his brain seems to leak it (that time the pun was definitely intended.)
Much love,
Jamie
Posted by: Jamie Rose | January 12, 2010 at 06:50 PM
Thanks, Jamie---it was great to meet you, finally, at the hospital.
Posted by: Terence Winch | January 12, 2010 at 09:53 PM