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Louis Wain
These two paintings illustrate his illness pretty well, the first is when he is well…. the second when he is in a schizophrenic episode….
Really Mrs t you surprise me :lol:
@a certain sadness wrote:
Really Mrs t you surprise me :lol:
Ello spotty…. you ok?
Yeh ok Mrs t, just looking for someone to come over and duff my pillows up and blow the skin off my hot chocolate.
I’ve sat on the bus and listened to a young guy having a full blown conversation with one of the voices in his head …….at first I was smiling because the humourous side of me had kicked in first but after a while I realised just how tortured inside his head must have been………..
Over the years I have know a few schizophrenics too…….four infact……….they are all dead bar one…………one girl threw herself off a roof……….one guy walked on to the railway line and I’m not sure how the third died……..the fourth who before his illness took over his mind was the nicest, sweetest guy you could ever meet, tall, extremely good looking, funny and was loved by all his friends…….he’s now homeless and walking the streets with his toothbrush in his top pocket.
Ha Ha… well good luck with that!
Glad you are feeling a bit better… sad it had to be now :D
Its a shame we cant plan when to be ill :D
@mrs_teapot wrote:
Louis Wain
These two paintings illustrate his illness pretty well, the first is when he is well…. the second when he is in a schizophrenic episode….
I liked the second one – a lot.
Here’s Robert Lowell . When I once quoted him at one meeting – ‘I was expecting society to collapse any minute: instead, I did’ – I was greeted with howls of laughter. To paraphrase Kit Marlowe, “this is Bedlam, nor am I out of it”.
Lowell hurt a lot of people – and badly. This is from his Waking in the Blue (a barmy house).
My heart grows tense
as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill.
(This is the house for the ‘mentally ill’).
What use is my sense of humour?After a hearty New England breakfast,
I weigh two hundred pounds
this morning. Cock of the walk,
I strut in my turtle-necked French sailor’s jersey
before the metal shaving mirrors,
and see the shaky future grow familiar
in the pinched, indigenous faces
of these thoroughbred mental cases,
twice my age and half my weight.
We are all old-timers,
each of us holds a locked razor.chicken of the walk hah
the original is c o c k of the walk.
now why did that not survive the censors?
Tinks..yes.
@sceptical guy wrote:
chicken of the walk hah
the original is c o c k of the walk.
now why did that not survive the censors?
Tinks..yes.
yes?
@sceptical guy wrote:
chicken of the walk hah
the original is c o c k of the walk.
now why did that not survive the censors?
Tinks..yes.
Ha … reads differently when youhave the right words :D
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