Michael Rosen’s words have come to us in different ways in the past few months as one of the most famous of the long-term Covid-19 survivors. His reflections have brought us to think deeply about the nature of care and the strength of human compassion. His new book, Many Different Kinds of Love: A Story of Love, Death and the NHS, has brought the response, “Impossible to read without a lump in the throat..” by Kate Kellaway, one of its reviews.
The more I think about the state of the world at the moment, the more I feel drawn to those who can articulate in word or image, or a combination of the two, how damaged we are as part of a damaged creation. I feel sure that Michael Rosen has a place in this, and a reminder too that the frail and the elderly are amongst our most important voices, whether articulate, creative and artistic or not.
Kate Kellaway writing in The Observer last Sunday speaks of Micheal Rosen’s experience and of the, “colossal gap over which he has no control.” By that she is referring to his 48 days of induced coma, but it is surely indicative of a broader reflection on the helplessness and disorientation that is part of what even some of our strongest and youngest individuals across the country have been feeling. I believe that we have barely started to appreciate the full effects that this pandemic is having upon mental and emotional health.