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Today's poem or short story prompt are the words "mad/madness."
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ReplyDeleteHow dull life has become without madness
Jane Eyre wouldn't have been written today
Rochester's wife would never be locked in an attic
The craziest things might get would include
A Week long stay on the psychiatric floor
Of a very clean institution
While doctors whose names no one can pronounce
Adjust her medications
No snake pits
No cuckoo's nest
No lobotomies
No kings will be hidden from commoner's view
The only people who will hear voices are those
Who cannot afford or refuse to take
The prescribed psychotropic drug
So few stories these days
So many med reviews
Catherine Powers
September 11, 2013
ReplyDeleteBEER AND WINE
I want to experience it.
The madness I see at football games
and rock concerts. Complete abandon.
Dionysian revelry.
There is a Dionysian spirituality. The
emphasis on the wine-sotted Greek Party God
obscures the notion of ecstatic religion.
We love reason. We crave order. We elevate
the predictable and routine to the status
of absolute values. Lawns trimmed,
silverware placed just so, the
neat, clean lines of
our television sets
and new boats.
Dionysus laughs.
And I let things grow
wild in my yard.
I'm in training.
- Mike Fedel
Sept 2013