'Madness: a form of love'

[PillPuppetPoet]

'One must still have chaos inside oneself to give birth to a dancing star' - F. W. Nietzsche.

 

 

As a psychiatric survivor, one of the things that warmed me to Stefan Molyneux so very much is his strong stance against the Mental Hellth system and evident compassion for its victims, grounded in his general principle of non-aggression and insight into the dysfunctional environment that gives rise to so-called 'mental illnesses'. I hope that many of you here share these insights, and passion for defending those who are undergoing psychic or emotional upheaval. Without further ado, I hereby introduce my collection of verse and prose poems, first published today, exploring this topic, (among a smattering of other concerns, from David Beckham's metrosexual males, to the 322 'Skull and Bones' terrorist attack, to Brexit, euthanasia, and sex-change operations) that may encourage interest from a wider audience, in the hope that you will consider supporting my work and providing a platform for those like me who have been chemically or electrically fettered and bludgeoned by this cruel, obnoxious State program. From the synopsis: 

"P.N.P. (POETRY NOT PILLS) Madness has always fascinated and terrified the mind of man, in equal measure. In today's medicalized, 'normalized' world, it has come to be seen simply as a 'disease', an ugly blight on the smooth, cog-like operation of the social organism. Our very language has become impoverished by the steady stream of scientistic neologisms which have rushed to take its stead, leaving us with only the cold apparatus of an all-too suspect, bullying and anti-septic 'reason'. Once the most intimate bedfellow not only of depthless despair, but also of high ecstasy and genius, we seem to have all but forgotten the myriad enchantments with which this fateful 'daimon' – to quote Socrates - once tempted us. This book is both a chronicling of the author's own personal voyage through such altered states of conscious, through to the far greater, far more intimidating battle with the very system that was allegedly put in place to try to 'heal' him. Here is his invitation to all sufferers and practitioners alike to glimpse beyond the borders of the straight-jacketed, dysfunctional status quo, and just maybe rekindle that sense of mystery and magic, the sense of possibility, once associated with this most uncanny and uncompromising of guests. At times an exuberant Jubilee to pure lunacy, at others a scathing, disabused presentation of the current 'Mental Health' establishment, and at still others as melancholy, cathartic a song as the trail of Dionysus's adoring attendants: 'Madness: a form of love' is a gambit not to anesthetize and sedate our 'dangerous gifts', but to joyfully embrace them - and with them our own secret innermost selves - to live authentically in light of the absurd, inconvenient, M.A.D. (short for 'Miracles A Dozen') truths of our existence.(Caution: This book contains POETRY, side-effects include ecstatic, trance-like states, life-changing epiphanies, rebellious outrage, vomiting up society's propaganda, foaming at the mouth, increased working vocabulary, uncontrollable weeping or laughter, mild shortness of breath and slight dizziness!)"

 

About the author: "Born crown-prince of Hell, aka the dreary and poverty-stricken South Wales valleys, Max James Lewy (1983-) spent an eternity in limbo before arising to take his proper and rightful throne. As he was scaling the almighty steps of the empyreal palace, called the Word, a beast most foul and uncouth, in the garb of a physician, cast itself upon him. The chemical-wielding barbarian known to the slumbering masses respectfully as a 'psychiatrist' slew by dint of overwhelming idiocy what a million petty hours of boredom (and computer games) had only mildly arrested. He lingers on merely as a memento to this unhappy happening, worshiping and picking over the ever-fragrant corpses of his spiritual ancestors, such as the great and lonely Friedrich Nietzsche, the wily Leo Strauss, the exquisite fanatic Yukio Mishima, and the electrocuted yet graceful Townes Van Zandt."

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1986974324/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1522754973&sr=8-1&keywords=max+j.+lewy

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1986974324/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1522756420&sr=8-1&keywords=madness+a+form+of+love

Thank you for your time, and may you all yet give birth to another 'dancing star' or two before this old civilization of ours finally collapses... :-/

 

[barn]

Hi @PillPuppetPoet

Having read what you provided...

Sure, in most cases 'blind leading the b...'. Also, divorcing agents of cause while trying to justify the constant experimenting of chemical concoctions in general, is objectively a risky and just mental approach.

I would like to not endorse the book, but re-iterate a plain and simpler reminder instead. (arbitrarily, my personal preference)

Philosophy, philosophy and philosophy. Real conversations, aiming at not lying at least, THE LEAST!

p.s. Have you seen this post, probably not much difference over the Atlantic neither...

 

Barnsley

[PillPuppetPoet]

Interesting post, there. And that isn't even allowing for the tendency of medical peers to stick together and avoid diagnosing each other with the stigma of 'mental illness'. When is the last time you heard a shrink diagnose another shrink as a psycho?! What you say about the Mental Hellth field is, I'm sure, correct. Thanks for your interest. 

[barn]

6 hours ago, PillPuppetPoet said:

Thanks for your interest. 

Don't mention it, I usually read what you put out.

[PillPuppetPoet]

Kindle version now available:

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BWG2Y4W