Sunday, 29 June 2008

Getting better?

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"The terror of death is ubiquitous and of such magnitude that a considerable portion of one's life energy is consumed in the denial of death. Death transcendence is a major motif in human experience - from the most deeply personal internal phenomena, our defenses, our motivations, our dreams and nightmares, to the most public macro-societal structures, our monuments, theologies, ideologies, slumber cemeteries, embalmings, our stretch into space, indeed our entire way of life - our filling time, our addiction to diversions, our unfaltering belief in the myth of progress, our drive to 'get ahead', our yearning for lasting fame."

(Irvin D. Yalom, Existential Psychotherapy, p41)

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[Click here to listen/download Getting Better and here for a fabulous Gomez cover-version. I'm not a big fan of covers but I think Gomez are an exception to the rule that 'covers=watered down original'.]

8 comments:

Forever Young said...

always knew i was born to be the scarecrow!
thanx for including me mr p!

Ellis Nadler said...

At least we ain't in Kansas

Prozacville said...

I bet even in Kansas, the Prozac be plentiful. Actually, ESPECIALLY in Kansas.

(I think my role, predominantly, on this blog is to try and piss off as many nationalities, American States, religions as possible)

Who's next?

Fern said...

I'm not afraid of death...

there's no place like home.

it's the possiblity of a broken body and skittering brain that chases my tail...

and thank you for the Dorothy/Switchsky homage..she has always been a role model of mine - not the movie Dot, but the wise child from the books.

orangefrute88 said...

am i supposed to just see semi nude chicks when i click on the "here"s? rascal!

Prozacville said...

I think you got semi-nude chicks on the brain, fruity!

I see a file download for a Leonard Cohen song...

Debra Kay said...

I've driven around several edges of Kansas. It is flat, flat, flat, but unlike Arizona, there are no mountains in the distance-it's just unbroken flatness.

I've never ventured into the populated interior, and come to think of it, I've only know one real live Kansanian....maybe he's the only one and he's just an illusion-the man behind the curtain.

That represents my vast store of knowledge about Kansas and the most thought I have ever given to the topic.

Prozacville said...

I'm glad to know it's as flat as I drew it (done so because a. I'm too lazy to put in anything else but essentials b. some vague memory of flatness from the film).

Sounds like the American version of the Fenlands. Mmm, note to self, time to reread Graham Swift's 'Waterland' perhaps.

Good depressing Prozacville text that.