{"id":7354,"date":"2024-04-30T14:48:38","date_gmt":"2024-04-30T18:48:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/nobel-laureate-louise-gluck-on-the-door-at-the-end-of-your-suffering-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2024-04-30T14:48:38","modified_gmt":"2024-04-30T18:48:38","slug":"nobel-laureate-louise-gluck-on-the-door-at-the-end-of-your-suffering-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/nobel-laureate-louise-gluck-on-the-door-at-the-end-of-your-suffering-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"Nobel Laureate Louise Gl\u00fcck on the Door at the End of Your Suffering \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A handful of times a lifetime, if you are lucky, an experience opens a trapdoor in your psyche with its almost unbearable beauty and strangeness, its discomposing unlikeness to anything you have known before. Down, down you go into the depths of the unconscious, dark and fertile with the terror and longing that make for suffering, the surrender that makes for the end of suffering, not in resignation but in faith. It is then that the still, small voice of the soul begins to sing; it is then that the trapdoor becomes a portal into a life larger, truer, and more possible \u2014 a kind of rebirth.<\/p>\n

Nobel laureate Louise Gl\u00fcck<\/strong> (April 22, 1943\u2013October 13, 2023) captures the essence of such experiences, the way they sober us to being mortal and to being alive, with an image of piercing originality in the title poem of her 1992 collection The Wild Iris<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>).<\/p>\n