Showing posts with label p-disappointment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label p-disappointment. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 June 2009

But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took

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[Soundtrack] [Artgeist]

I actually don't have anything funny to say about this.

But as Death is supposed to have all the best lines, I chose a 'gag' from this website (created an hour after Jacko joined the choir invisible) for the final panel.

Rest in peace, Michael.

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

A little warm death won't hurt you none

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[Soundtrack]

If like Jim you're still suffering from the 'Blue Monday' come-down, apart from a little warm Cassandra Wilson, may I suggest this book I'm reading at the moment: life-affirming stuff.

Thursday, 15 January 2009

I'm throwing my arms around psychosis (because nobody wants my love)

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Monday, 12 January 2009

I'm doing very well. I can block out the present and the past now.

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Prozac is listening to my current three favourite tracks off the new Morrissey album Years of Refusal:

-All You Need Is Me: egomania, self-pity, recrimination, rejection, disappointment, death + tambourines!
-When I Last Spoke to Carol: self-pity, recrimination, disappointment, dejection, suicide + Mexican trumpets and guitars!
-Sorry Doesn't Help Me: self-pity, recrimination, rejection, dejection, despair + patricidal fury!

(click on track titles to listen)

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Counterfeit vouchers

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"Accepting one's personal death means facing a number of other unpalatable truths, each of which has its own force-field of anxiety: that one is finite; that one's life really comes to an end; that the world will persist nonetheless; that one is one of many - no more, no less; that the universe does not acknowledge one's specialness; that all our lives we have carried counterfeit vouchers; and, finally, certain stark immutable dimensions of existence are beyond one's influence. In fact, what one wishes has absolutely nothing to do with it."
(Yalom, p120)

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Thursday, 17 July 2008

The more you ignore me, the closer I get

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I always used to think this song was about an embittered ex, stalking his former lover. But I now realise that it has a wider remit: death, disappointment, the ego stalked by a hungry, braying demented id(iot).

The squalor of the mind.

Wednesday, 16 July 2008

D stands for...

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"The essence of repression lies simply in turning something away, and keeping it at a distance, from the conscious." (Freud, Vol 11, p147)

I know what the iconography suggests, but I have come to realise recently that the little fellow with the vacant eyes is not a death pill. Or not just a death pill. Rather it stands not just for the ultimate cessation of Self, but all the preceding eradications of hope and potential for joy along the way, the cancellation of every appointment we make with/for our own happiness. Disappointment in other words.

Which makes me think of this song.

And a slightly more upbeat take on the theme if you're just about to jump from a balcony.

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'.]