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Mad to Be Normal: A Review of the New R.D. Laing Biopic | Psychology Today

 

Revolutionary Scottish psychiatrist R.D. Laing (1927-1989). Source: University of Glasgow

Laing (1967) saw psychosis as “a special strategy that a person invented in order to live in an unlivable situation” (p. 115). What is wrong in so-called schizophrenia is not “in the patient” but rather in his family and in society. Insanity, Laing insisted, is an understandable and rational adjustment to an insane world.

Source: Mad to Be Normal: A Review of the New R.D. Laing Biopic | Psychology Today

sylvides — Artists are people driven by the tension between…

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

— D. W. Winnicott

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)sylvides — Artists are people driven by the tension between….

Sex, Feminism, and the Lost Genius of Violette Leduc ‹ Literary Hub

Violette Leduc

Sex, Feminism, and the Lost Genius of Violette Leduc ‹ Literary Hub.

The Dream’s Navel by Clayton Eshleman | The Brooklyn Rail

The Dream’s Navel

For Stuart Kendall

Gotham Bar & Grill in Manhattan, dining with Caryl, Cecilia & Jim.
At a table near ours, alone, a woman in whose face I saw Death.
At one point she turned her head toward us:
I could only stay in her black ray lane a few seconds.

So, here we are. Sipping cheek timber, under the cistern eyes of earth’s
granite-gated vineyard.

Cecilia Vicuña:  the shadow

is from the animal
you used to be
the shadow
is from  the one
you will be
the shadow is not from you
from them
from the one who passes
its not a shadow at all
it is the sound
of a shadow
it is the shadow
of the sound”

Freud: “There is a tangle of dream thoughts that cannot be unraveled.
This is the dream’s navel, the spot where it reaches down into the unknown.”

Or as rephrased by Freud: “There is at least one spot in every dream at which it is unplumbable—a navel as it were, that is its point of contact with the unknown.”

Freud also identifies the dream navel as a knot entangled with threads (evoking the Medusa’s head of serpent hair covering the mother’s “dangerous genitals”). He writes that some “dream thoughts are infinitely branching, rather than tangled…”

At one point he identifies the dream navel with the defile, or central neck, of a clepsydra, “where all forms resemble each other, where everything is possible.”

The spot where this navel “reaches down into the unknown,” can be envisioned as an Upper Paleolithic opening leading to a cave, the maternal interior being replaced by a limestone one; the “infinitely branching thoughts” becoming the engraved meanders on Rouffignac’s “Red Ceiling with Serpentines,” a surface covered with serpent-shaped signs.

Or as in Combarelle’s Inner Gallery, the engraved creatures that only vaguely resemble anything that lived: animal-snouted archaic on the leash of,

                                or the harness of, a proto-alchemical mush,
sled beasts bounding in slow motion,
grotesque heads dissolving in grotto drift…

Can these silex-cut wall meanders and lines or black manganese finger strokes, unreadable but engageable, indicate a possible response of Cro-Magnon people in cave darkness to a dream’s branchings & its grotesque inhabitants?  Can we cut through time here and descend, without historical interference, through the palimpsestic layers of unconscious levels, to uncover the possible ignition of image making, in which non-human souls began to mingle with human souls?

“In fact,” Gaston Bachelard proposes, “a need to animalize is at the origins of the imagination… its first function is to create animal forms.”

Henri Michaux’s stroke chaos, in which creature forms are evoked by tangled and knotted lines reminds us of the Cro-Magnon “creatures” verging on resembling yet undefined…  As if we are in the presence of nothing in the process of athing…

Vicuña again: “The void, the forgotten aspect of each sound that is propelling us as we search for memory and oblivion at once…”

One day I will be between here & there, in the nowhere that is part of every where that tonight seems substantial compared to its invisible absence…

My absence… as if absence were mine.

Old Whitman: “Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learn’d great lessons from those who reject you, and brace themselves against you? Or who treat you with contempt, or dispute the passage with you?”

Willliam & Cid,
with you I’ve lived.
Corman said no
& Blake said yes.

We are free only to the degree that we are able to acknowledge the headless oarsmen rowing the heart skiff through the rainbow of a totality
ebbing & flowing over
the rocks of man’s now quite clearly unregenerate nature.

We have lost the temenos, the imaginative precinct
in which a van Eyck, say,
could orchestrate a specific world

Dearth of polar bears. Dearth of honeybees.

                            It is crying outside.

          *

          Image is the athanor in which I linguistize soul,
a dream umbilicus coiling down into the miracle of
Neanderthal tombstone cupules, Cro-Magnon engravings,
earliest shamanic hybrids,
through which a mistress spirit might rise,
electric with Tantrik lesions, from that serpent lounge
where the soul snake slumbers
until charmed up into a brain / body imaginarium.

My mind at base is a spermal animalcule
impregnated with female blood.
The Muladhara Chakra is not gendered.
Neither is my imagination.
I reject duality & propose an orgy of contesting mind.
The soul was in exile even at Chauvet.

Paradise is a form of polymorphous merger
charged by the bathysphere of the poem
rising from engrailings where even squirrels reflect,
& robins ruminate: the animal lager…

                                  Bottom is crossed by
something alive, a crab or turtle brought up mud
regurgitated into a Cro-Magnon hand.
Ochre or manganese, discovered in descent
& mixed with cave water, palm pressed to stone
(a stone that in history becomes the omphalos, or om phallus),
released, leaving a “hand” without a hand,
negation’s—or was it absence’s?—first
imaginal presence.

The poem is from the beginning antiphonal
hybridizing ancestral fauna in language-twisted straits.
Oh the difficulty of the soul! “You could not find the ends of the soul
though you traveled every way, so deep is its logos.”
To Heraclitus, James Hillman responds: “the logos of the soul,
Psychology, implies the act of traveling the soul’s labyrinth
in which we can never go deep enough.
William Blake, naked, reading Genesis to naked Catherine
in their London “Arbor of Eden.”

Jardin botanique, Bordeaux, 2008.
The bud & spoor density of a mauve Baudelairian incubation.
Tender vines erupting into fanged blooms…
Minute nomadic ants percolate the many-breasted
Venus of the Plants.
Centuries pass… And the ghost of Henri Rousseau
glides,   a virgin on a lost ark,
in chime with cloned obsequies,
fertile diapasons…

Fused to his centrovertic grappling,

into the aethercore the poet pours his siliceous soul.

 

The Dream’s Navel | The Brooklyn Rail.

Lesbian Feminists Reflect on the 1970s — Co-Sponsored by Association for Women in Psychology and Women for Change at The University of Hartford, West Hartford, CT

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The Association for Women in Psychology and Women for Change are co-sponsoring this exciting event in which three Lesbian Feminists who were extremely influential during the 1970s have a panel discussion. Sarah F. Pearlman is nationally recognized for her role in establishing a psychology of Lesbians. Loretta Wrobel, LCSW is a psychotherapist who began providing clinical services in 1978 as a member of a feminist therapy collective. Alice Fisher, Ph. D., spent some of the 70’s and 80’s living in a lesbian separatist commune while writing a dissertation on lesbian mothers. These women will offer great insight into the feminist struggle of the 1970s especially as a Lesbian. Light refreshments will be served and this event is free to the general public.
($45 for 1.5 APA-sponsored CEUs for psychologists
Certificates of attendance provided for other mental health professionals. RSVP by March 23, 2015 to awpconnecticut@gmail.com)

WHEN:    Thursday, April 2, 2015 from 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m.

WHERE:   University of Hartford, Dana Hall, room D201
200 Bloomfield Avenue
West Hartford, CT  06117

Poems from Mindskin by Antonella Zagaroli « Poethead

Poems from Mindskin by Antonella Zagaroli « Poethead.

How to Dispel Your Illusions by Freeman Dyson / The New York Review of Books

American bomber being prepared at Royal Air Force base, Great Britain, for raid of occupied France, 1942. Robert Capa/International Center of Photography/Magnum Photos

 How to Dispel Your Illusions – Thinking, Fast and Slow / NY Review of Books

 

Painting By Numbers / C a f é o l o g Ÿ

 

 

Painting By Numbers | C a f é o l o g Ÿ.

Gay, Straight, and the Reason Why: The Science of Sexual Orientation, a book review / Psych Central

 

 

Gay, Straight, and the Reason Why: The Science of Sexual Orientation | Psych Central.

Tomas Tranströmer / Poetry Fix (Episode 15) “Street Crossing” and “Face to Face”