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An End to Madness
I have seen the best kinds of madness destroyed by my generation: all strange chaotic magic stilled in the great press of conformity’s graveyard silent stare, all tangents pruned before they fruit, left in the harsh day’s sun to wither; … Continue reading
More on Sanity and Madness
Who could imagine their ancestors all stark raving mad, or at least each generation marking out as bad an apple flung far from the tree, opposed to status quo and causing much embarrassment, endless grief and woe? Yet isn’t it … Continue reading
Sanity
Sanity is a funny thing. It often seems that the more you emphasize your own sanity, rely upon it as a sure thing, compare yours to others, the more likely it is that you are in fact not sane. On … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged coersion, communication, exclusion, insanity, madness, perceptions, religion, sanity
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Antonin Artaud
The play’s the only thing, upon this stage — the one true line from which all tangents spring; and if the actors move from joy to rage in but a moment’s span, or seem to bring a touch of madness … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged acting, Antonin Artaud, delirium, drama, madness, misunderstanding, roles
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A Tendency to Madness
There is a touch of madness in my blood; but not a malady of harmful need, more like grasping out for things that last despite all proof that just illusion stays. My German, Swiss and Irish stock is sound – … Continue reading
Untitled: a common measure quintet
If there is method in this madness by which I compose, there ought to be at least one moment when that sense is shown. That’s not the case; when words come out, they oft betray no common ground with sanity, … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged chaos, common measure, composition, creativity, daily poems, madness, order, poetic forms, writing
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