Saturday, September 6, 2014

Summer Tunes

Pat emailed me this song the other day. It's haunting but beautiful just the same.



Please beware of them that stare
They’ll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you’ve seen what they have been
To win the earth just won’t seem worth
Your night or your day
Who’ll hear what I say?
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But don’t be too wise
For down below they never grow
They’re always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise
Take your time and you’ll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what’s meant to be
Don’t name the day or try to say
It happened before
Don’t be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you’ll be
Please beware of them that stare
They’ll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you’ve seen what they have been
To win the earth just won’t seem worth
Your night or your day
Who’ll hear what I say
Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that’s today
And open wide the hymns you hide
You’ll find renown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you’ll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything’s been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain

Monday, July 14, 2014

Anderson Cooper Using Schizophrenia Hearing Voices Simulator


Watching the video of CNN's Anderson Cooper trying a schizophrenia simulator is a startling and dismaying look into how difficult it can be to function with auditory hallucinations. But many don't experience hallucinations. What would a delusions simulator look like?

I imagine it would have to be visual -- plagued by images instead of sounds. There's really no other way to call to mind the obsessive, persecutory concerns that persist in sz.

I once read a book by Dave Eggers called A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. In it he used maybe the best analogy I ever heard for how the mind works. He wrote that it's like a library containing file cabinets brimming with your life's history. Every little memory, every episode is documented. And it's filled with little, insistent librarians -- which represent memory itself. The librarians are always calling something to mind, reminding you of something, however old, seemingly irrelevant, painful or unwanted the memory might be.

What's the SZ library look like. Are the librarians constantly misfiling information into irrelevant batches, allowing the mind to draw faulty conclusions and associations? Librarians bringing up stressful or provocative materials no matter what's at hand? Or is it just an open-air space with papers blowing hither and thither? Maybe there's no librarian at all.