Yesterday, a friend of mine shared this poem by Norman MacCaig.
My friend, a healthcare professional, articulated concern that professionalism, with all the dictats, protocols and algorithms that now “guide” us, have served to further isolate feeling from practice. I share my colleague’s concern.
I replied to my friend: “I recall a psychiatrist colleague stating at a meeting that was considering policy approaches to patient care ‘ahh but Peter, you wear your heart on your sleeve’. This was said to suggest to those around the table that I was less ‘objective’.”
Richard Flanagan (The Narrow Road to the Deep North):
Raymond Tallis, retired doctor, philosopher, polymath:
Mary Midgley, philosopher, now in her 99th year:
A Scottish philosopher who has not been recognised as he should:
