Dr. M was telling me
he and Dr. V were like
'the process of self-creation and
self-preservation of the organism'
blah-blah-blah
is 'autopoeisis' is that how you pronounce it?
they describe life as a process in which
living sysss-tems pro-DUCE themselves
can you believe it?
the dupes?!?
they give us all so much credit!!
We're just a bunch of overgrown apes,
maroons!!
***
Just as every word obtains its meaning from the sentence,
and the sentence obtains its meaning from the (con-)text
in which it is set,
behavior obtains its meaning as mad or normal only
in the interactional frame in which it is set.
If we want to explain and understand madnesses,
and not only that of alleged referees,
we have to ask ourselves in what context
we or others
can observe them
and provide them with a diagnostic label,
and which of these context variables we can
imagine away.
If we observe madness as something isolated,
we run the risk of dealing with it like
"Christian Morgenstern and his knee"
who said --
"a knee goes through the world all alone.
It is a knee, nothing else."
***
Friday, December 26, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
My Psychosis, My Bicycle, and I
The following is a passage from:
My plan is to chew up this passage and have it spat out
by one of the characters in "Mad Schoolhouse,"
but I don't know which character should spout it, yet.
You see, I can't decide if this passage sounds too insane
to be spoken by the main character,
in which case it should be spoken by one of his
prisoners, i.e.-someone more insane than the main character.
"Should one wish to bring the Cartesian model of cognition and world view together, it must first be ascertained that Descartes starts from a world that is as it is. It has been created by God in the same way that a machine is constructed and assembled by an engineer. Its parts are separate things whose characteristics cannot be traced back to each other. This machine runs, but its mechanisms are static and unchangeable. The correlation of these objects, which by nature exist independent from each other, is determined by mechanical laws. Cause and effect are combined in such a way that the cause determines the effect. The mind striving for cognition stands opposite this machine. In principle its observations have no effect on the material processes being observed. The rules of mechanics in the outside world correspond to the rules of reason inside. The truth can only be found by following these rules. Cognition is, when successful, a reproduction of reality. The aim is to make this clockwork world calculable and predictable."
Fritz B. Simon.
What do you think?
Is it too insane for a main character to say? What about to think?
My plan is to chew up this passage and have it spat out
by one of the characters in "Mad Schoolhouse,"
but I don't know which character should spout it, yet.
You see, I can't decide if this passage sounds too insane
to be spoken by the main character,
in which case it should be spoken by one of his
prisoners, i.e.-someone more insane than the main character.
"Should one wish to bring the Cartesian model of cognition and world view together, it must first be ascertained that Descartes starts from a world that is as it is. It has been created by God in the same way that a machine is constructed and assembled by an engineer. Its parts are separate things whose characteristics cannot be traced back to each other. This machine runs, but its mechanisms are static and unchangeable. The correlation of these objects, which by nature exist independent from each other, is determined by mechanical laws. Cause and effect are combined in such a way that the cause determines the effect. The mind striving for cognition stands opposite this machine. In principle its observations have no effect on the material processes being observed. The rules of mechanics in the outside world correspond to the rules of reason inside. The truth can only be found by following these rules. Cognition is, when successful, a reproduction of reality. The aim is to make this clockwork world calculable and predictable."
Fritz B. Simon.
What do you think?
Is it too insane for a main character to say? What about to think?
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Yes, You Have Permission
Down the hallways,
down the hallways,
the dinge-y hallways,
is this mold?
are we going to catch something?
a woman's voice-- "Yes, you have my permission, you dirty man, yes,"
she says --
most of the voices in here,
we only hear in fragments,
that's jus the way tis, in here, but this woman --
"You can have her, I give her to you, you can have her tight young snatch, you dirty, filthy man."
a man's voice, older--
a whisper from across the hall,
from behind bars,
"don't worry, you're only glimpsing the future, my dear,
hang on the this may be the future of sex, a kind of naked lunch my dear,
other things may be more important my dear,
and people may not often
concentrate
on sex, nor devote much time to it
exclusively
as in the past when it was always the be-all and whatshit
-- yet, it could remain a very pleasant byplay my dear,
oh yes yes indeed, a byplay, that's a great play there
this byplay, yes my dear, I assume you're following
it will develop undertones, overtones, sidetones, harmonics,
ramifications and extensions, intensifications and innovations
we could scarcely imagine
and in the far reaches of time and space well my dear
who's to say --
you keep walking down this hall
you'll find a man
believes dying is a lot like going to New York
says he was the first to realize that
but then that he saw Brendan Fraser
say it on an episode of Scrubs, but don't mention that show,
my dear my dear my dear
that son of bitch won't stop talking about kickstarter
and that big nose kid on scrubs with delusions of grandeur
my dear my dear -- oh and the kid himself
the one with the big nose from scrubs -- he's up on the fifth floor--
can you sing the hallway song again?"
Hallways, hallways. I guess I'm delivering mail
to these insane-os.
It feels like a dream though. I can barely see a thing.
down the hallways,
the dinge-y hallways,
is this mold?
are we going to catch something?
a woman's voice-- "Yes, you have my permission, you dirty man, yes,"
she says --
most of the voices in here,
we only hear in fragments,
that's jus the way tis, in here, but this woman --
"You can have her, I give her to you, you can have her tight young snatch, you dirty, filthy man."
a man's voice, older--
a whisper from across the hall,
from behind bars,
"don't worry, you're only glimpsing the future, my dear,
hang on the this may be the future of sex, a kind of naked lunch my dear,
other things may be more important my dear,
and people may not often
concentrate
on sex, nor devote much time to it
exclusively
as in the past when it was always the be-all and whatshit
-- yet, it could remain a very pleasant byplay my dear,
oh yes yes indeed, a byplay, that's a great play there
this byplay, yes my dear, I assume you're following
it will develop undertones, overtones, sidetones, harmonics,
ramifications and extensions, intensifications and innovations
we could scarcely imagine
and in the far reaches of time and space well my dear
who's to say --
you keep walking down this hall
you'll find a man
believes dying is a lot like going to New York
says he was the first to realize that
but then that he saw Brendan Fraser
say it on an episode of Scrubs, but don't mention that show,
my dear my dear my dear
that son of bitch won't stop talking about kickstarter
and that big nose kid on scrubs with delusions of grandeur
my dear my dear -- oh and the kid himself
the one with the big nose from scrubs -- he's up on the fifth floor--
can you sing the hallway song again?"
Hallways, hallways. I guess I'm delivering mail
to these insane-os.
It feels like a dream though. I can barely see a thing.
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