“The Theme, briefly, is an antique story, which falls into thirteen chapters and an epilogue, of the birth, life, death and resurrection of the God of the Waxing Year; the central chapters concern the God’s losing battle with the God of the Waning Year for love for the capricious and all-powerful Threefold Goddess, their mother, bride and layer-out. The poet identifies himself the with the God of the Waxing Year and his Muse with the Goddess; the rival is his blood-brother, his other self, his weird. All true poetry – true by Housman’s practical test – celebrates some incident or scene in this very ancient story….”
— Robert Graves, The White Goddess, p. 24.
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"Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass."
~Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
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Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (trans. C. K. Scott Moncrieff)
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One of the most striking features of people with borderline personality organization is their use of primitive defenses. Because they rely on such archaic and global operations as denial, projective identification, and splitting, when they are regressed, they can be hard to distinguish from psychotic patients. An important difference between borderline and psychotic people, though, is that when a therapist confronts a borderline patient on using a primitive mode of experiencing, the patient will show at least a temporary responsiveness. When the therapist makes a similar comment to a psychotically organized person, he or she will likely become further agitated.
Nancy McWilliams, Psychoanalytic Diagnosis.
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The garden is already gone, faded like mist. The house dissolves room by room.
— Kij Johnson, from “Fox Magic,” At the Mouth of the River of Bees: Stories (Small Beer Press, 2012)
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#the tumblr experience
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This "consuming" feature of their psychology is one reason that many therapists prefer not to work with individuals with schizophrenia and other psychoses. In addition, as Karon (1992) has noted, the access of psychotic patients to deeply upsetting realities that the rest of us would prefer to ignore is often too much for us. In particular, they see our flaws and limitations with stunning clarity.
Nancy McWilliams, Psychoanalytic Diagnosis.
I went out dancing one night with a brilliant friend who was also a little psychotic (and probably high though he was kind of like this all the time). While waiting in line to get in to the club, he told me with candor and ease, "I love this place. I love dancing up next to the mirror. I look like my father! I can finally see what it would be like to have sex with my father!"
I was rather soothed by his narration, because I am also a little psychotic and can find an incest narrative in a sneeze. Normie life can be exhausting because we have to pretend not to see the violence all around us and in us. I like hanging out with people who can't hide from it. But it takes a lot of courage to see, name and hold that violence within a real relationship to another person!
Most therapists are depressives organized at the neurotic level and they are so consumed wondering whether or not they are nice people that they cannot see, nor handle and certainly not delight in my own murderous rage...
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― Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
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Text: "Embalmed Bolshevik
In 1940, LIFE thought that it had a US scoop in this first picture ever to be released of Lenin in his tomb -- and then learned it had already been printed in Casket and Sunnyside, a trade journal for undertakers."
From "The Best of LIFE"
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Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?
Clarice Lispector, A Hora Da Estrela
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Toni Morrison, February 18, 1931 / 2021
(image: Toni Morrison, New York, NY, February 13, 1974. Photo © Jill Krementz)
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We Who Are Your Closest Friends
by Phillip Lopate
we who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting
as a group
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift
your analyst is
in on it
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us
in announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves
but since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make
unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your
disastrous personality
then for the good of the collective
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Happy Marcel Proust Day from the meditation app for freaks, Insight Timer!
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Kicked in the Nuts
By Mark Lanegan
I have reaped
What
I have sown
What has gone around
Has
Come around
Karma has been instant
And
Karma has
Been a bitch
I kicked someone
In the nuts
And
Mine were kicked
Thrice over
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