Over at Open Culture, there is a fascinating post on a recent medical study linking the enigmatic narratives of Franz Kafka to his somnia. A doctor has claimed in The Lancet that Kafka's texts show markers of a kind of lucid dreaming induced by lack of sleep. http://www.openculture.com/2017/07/how-insomnia-shaped-franz-kafkas-creative-process.html
https://theburningarchive.wordpress.com/2015/11/15/staying-sane-and-the-infinite-conversation/ More curated older content; here, a riff on Phillips' theme of going sane
A reblogged post from early 2016.
Dark pessimism or seed of hope?
It is a dark age when learning is despised; when violence prowls our streets; when the cherished teachings of our wisest culture falls disused and forgotten. Apocalypses are not fashionable, though innovation and disruption are. We celebrate the piracy of wanton wealth and mock the traditionalists who sit in their cells and speak alone with their gods in the poems without which they could not love.
In the ruins of the crises of the tenth century, Western European culture was born and indeed so was the glory of Kievan Rus. Monasticism, a resurgent faith and a reform of the church, a flowering Renaissance, the emergence of order in modern government, law, conscience, mysticism and on it goes. Who will speak like Abelard and Heloise across the centuries in this new dark age?
Going sane writing Source: Going sane writing
I thought I would reblog this post which commenced my 14 post series - 13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat - an essay of perspectives on my benighted profession. >https://theburningarchive.wordpress.com/2017/01/31/13-ways-of-looking-at-a-bureaucrat/ You can read the entire series by following the links to the side.
https://sebald.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/i-am-no-writer/ I am reblogging this post on the intriguing Bernhard from this excellent blog focussed on Sebald and his family of writers
VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. Wallace Stevens, 13 ways of looking at a blackbird Image Source: Thirteen Winter Tracery However much I may wish to make the figure of the bureaucrat familiar,... Continue Reading →
It seems that after all Sigmund Freud did not say that the goal of therapy or the standard of a successful life was: to love and to work. Erik Erikson did once report Freud saying something along those lines, but the memory of disciples is unreliable. The closest expression in Freud's voluminous writings to this... Continue Reading →
Revolutionary lost its threat as a word sometime in recent decades. Revolutionary is now just another exaggeration from the advertisers in today's commerce-drowned world. But I recall within decades people who still lived their lives by this creed. It is said that the splendidly delusive Australian Marxist or Maoist revolutionary and historian, Humphrey McQueen truly... Continue Reading →
I have not posted for a month because I have been travelling on a family holiday to Vietnam, with some side trips to Angkor Wat in Cambodia and the beach in Northern New South Wales. The trip itself was a rite of passage, marking the end of childhood as both our children have now finished... Continue Reading →