Couldn’t stop thinking about it.
What to make of the Firecracker’s attraction to schizophrenia as a word and lifestyle, and why did it become the writer-singer-songwriter’s passport into a different kind of world? Schizophrenia, after all, goes beyond the mere desire for altered states of mind. Yeah, Coleridge loved opium, but this exceeds drugs, hallucinations, trumps [...]
Posts Tagged ‘David Foster Wallace’
Schizophrenia, Hyper-Mentalism, and the Happy Puppet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged autism, axes, Badcock, battle of the sexes, Crespi, David Foster Wallace, Fate, Firecrackers, happy puppet, hyper-mentalism, hypo-mentalism, Nature, neuroscience, psychotic spectrum, schizophrenia, the selfish gene, vagina-envy, work on September 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Madwomen in the Attic, Madmen in the Garage
Posted in Booooks, Uncategorized, tagged David Foster Wallace, Firecrackers, hysteria, Mad Men, Madmen, madness, madwomen, RIP, schizophrenia, vibrators, yellow wallpaper on September 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dearest Carla Fran,
I can’t help wondering if the “sensual pleasures” the ladies received as a result of their chocolate and eggs are the subject of the “grateful confidences” that gratify the Professor’s ears. It puts me in mind of the “traditional” cures for female hysteria in the 19th century, and the peculiar forms therapy [...]
Where Are The Miracles?
Posted in Movies, Nitpicks, Uncategorized, tagged Ann Margaret, Bette Davis, David Foster Wallace, Netflix wonders on September 13, 2008 | 1 Comment »
1.) The other best part of the strangest goat-belly compared fight scene ever? That after harshly throwing her on the bed (really, not okay–way to hard for a comedy), he says “Queenie! You have one thing coming to me!” and then he rolls her off the bed and they start making out (as you aptly [...]