Chipbutty wants to know: what is the shape of madness?

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.....and from my limited experience, no one has yet to answer her.

So come on.

What is the shape of madness?
 
.....and from my limited experience, no one has yet to answer her.

So come on.

What is the shape of madness?

i do i do ...

the line in my sig is from this:

the shape of the thing

who can tell me
the shape of madness?
what varicose seas drive forth
in tension of the blood;
what sad, voluptuous dreams become
escape from inner voices
as they burn the heretics -
over and over


thanks for starting this thread, anna - i hope it brings about some fascinating replies!
 
i do i do ...

the line in my sig is from this:

the shape of the thing

who can tell me
the shape of madness?
what varicose seas drive forth
in tension of the blood;
what sad, voluptuous dreams become
escape from inner voices
as they burn the heretics -
over and over


thanks for starting this thread, anna - i hope it brings about some fascinating replies!

well damn, that is a fine looking poem
the last two lines are now a permanent part of my consciousness
 
my madness has
no shape
no colour
no sound
no smell
no time

no perception
madness is, and
I am not
 
my madness has
no shape
no colour
no sound
no smell
no time

no perception
madness is, and
I am not

oooooh... :)

you know, they do say that the insane don't realise they are


just sayin'


;)
 
.....and from my limited experience, no one has yet to answer her.

So come on.

What is the shape of madness?

i believe the shape of madness is approximately 5' 11" tall african american ? Muslim religion, grayish colored hair with some black in it. pushed a health reform bill thru the houses.. i believe he is true madness in shape and form, some say evil i say madness.. ;)
 
i believe the shape of madness is approximately 5' 11" tall african american ? Muslim religion, grayish colored hair with some black in it. pushed a health reform bill thru the houses.. i believe he is true madness in shape and form, some say evil i say madness.. ;)

:rolleyes:
 

He just thinks that's it cause he forgot to look in the mirror. ;)

It can takes many shapes, imo. When I'm in the thick of depression it's massive and gray and slows me down to the point where I'd rather die than deal with the sadness that is life.

Or it can be shifting and jagged and amorphous, which for me is the shape of anxiety. It has the soundtrack of Bach played at 78 rpms. One doesn't hear much about rpms anymore, does one?

But now that I meditate I keep those two buggers under control. :D
 
He just thinks that's it cause he forgot to look in the mirror. ;)

It can takes many shapes, imo. When I'm in the thick of depression it's massive and gray and slows me down to the point where I'd rather die than deal with the sadness that is life.

Or it can be shifting and jagged and amorphous, which for me is the shape of anxiety. It has the soundtrack of Bach played at 78 rpms. One doesn't hear much about rpms anymore, does one?

But now that I meditate I keep those two buggers under control. :D

like a sky full of low rain cloud, heaving, pressing down, its silence filling your ears, slowing down the world, palpable ...

shards of black vinyl, broken tracks yet the sounds keep spinning faster and faster


at least, that's what your words make me see

no, rpms don't get much of an outing nowadays.

glad it helps. :rose::rose:
 
like a sky full of low rain cloud, heaving, pressing down, its silence filling your ears, slowing down the world, palpable ...

shards of black vinyl, broken tracks yet the sounds keep spinning faster and faster


at least, that's what your words make me see

no, rpms don't get much of an outing nowadays.

glad it helps. :rose::rose:

Thank you. I really struggled with it for a while, but then I met this amazing therapist who helped me start meditating again. He also practices something called Narrative Therapy, which was just perfect for me because basically you write your "story." And once it is written, you a) acknowledge and understand that it is fiction as are all "stories;" and b) you see where you can edit and change your story, not the facts but your way of dealing with them. That and meditation were a powerful combination for me. I can see how people succumb to depression and anxiety; they can overtake and overwhelm.

Oh and the best part is that my therapist became my best friend and he's even going to visit us after we move. Isn't life funny? :)
 
Thank you. I really struggled with it for a while, but then I met this amazing therapist who helped me start meditating again. He also practices something called Narrative Therapy, which was just perfect for me because basically you write your "story." And once it is written, you a) acknowledge and understand that it is fiction as are all "stories;" and b) you see where you can edit and change your story, not the facts but your way of dealing with them. That and meditation were a powerful combination for me. I can see how people succumb to depression and anxiety; they can overtake and overwhelm.

Oh and the best part is that my therapist became my best friend and he's even going to visit us after we move. Isn't life funny? :)

how wonderful, the idea of writing it down and then editing ... how perfectly apt! i'd not heard of that approach before and it sounds like a combination of a great therapy mixed with your literary tendencies and a good blend of personalities.

it's lovely that you've found a friend. :kiss:
 
Madness is a centerless circle,
a pointless triangle,
a five sided square,
an inverted sphere,
a wrinkled phrenologist's chart,
of the skull,
whose shape shows its substance.
 
Madness is a centerless circle,
a pointless triangle,
a five sided square,
an inverted sphere,
a wrinkled phrenologist's chart,
of the skull,
whose shape shows its substance.

fabulous answer, bronze!
 
The garble of a mad lover

"Who are you?"
"This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."


Razors reflect in the mirror,
they cut, slash, and bleed into me
you speak in tongues and I HATE YOU!

...I love you baby, really do,
love you , love you and love you still.

Your tongue is forked, with vicious hiss
don't deny you've built glass windows
to shatter, slice hurt into me

...I didn't mean it, I really...
but you stink like YHWH's angels
and the Shining Star owns me, now

I love you, I love you so much
you fucking bitch, bastard asshole
hate you, hate and hate you always

...leave your door open, keep it cricked
so I can enter in the night
I love you, you belong to me

And you're the one who is confused.
 
The garble of a mad lover

"Who are you?"
"This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."


Razors reflect in the mirror,
they cut, slash, and bleed into me
you speak in tongues and I HATE YOU!

...I love you baby, really do,
love you , love you and love you still.

Your tongue is forked, with vicious hiss
don't deny you've built glass windows
to shatter, slice hurt into me

...I didn't mean it, I really...
but you stink like YHWH's angels
and the Shining Star owns me, now

I love you, I love you so much
you fucking bitch, bastard asshole
hate you, hate and hate you always

...leave your door open, keep it cricked
so I can enter in the night
I love you, you belong to me

And you're the one who is confused.

Do you just write this? (If it's something I should know, forgive me. I know nothing.) I LOVE IT. I don't HATE it. Especially the leave your door cricked part. :)
 
The garble of a mad lover

"Who are you?"
"This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. I -- I hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."


Razors reflect in the mirror,
they cut, slash, and bleed into me
you speak in tongues and I HATE YOU!

...I love you baby, really do,
love you , love you and love you still.

Your tongue is forked, with vicious hiss
don't deny you've built glass windows
to shatter, slice hurt into me

...I didn't mean it, I really...
but you stink like YHWH's angels
and the Shining Star owns me, now

I love you, I love you so much
you fucking bitch, bastard asshole
hate you, hate and hate you always

...leave your door open, keep it cricked
so I can enter in the night
I love you, you belong to me

And you're the one who is confused.

powerful :rose:
and the manipulation is strong - madness, or deliberate manipulation?
 
Do you just write this? (If it's something I should know, forgive me. I know nothing.) I LOVE IT. I don't HATE it. Especially the leave your door cricked part. :)
LOL - :kiss: If I had more time, I'd have made it better, Ang.
 
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