I had no idea that my favorite poet and sharer of my birthday wrote a poem that shares my favorite word – “Denouement“. Unlike Sylvia Plath’s most famous poems such as “Daddy” and “Lady Lazarus”, “Denouement” is a fairly short and simple poem, complete with rhymes. This may not sound like the Sylvia Plath we know and love, but she had … Read More
Guest Submission on the Bell Canada “Let’s Talk” Campaign By Wendy Madrigga (send inquiries here) Editor’s note: I was one of the gripers. The same campaign was done last year – Bell was to donate a whopping FIVE CENTS to “mental health initiatives” for every long distance call made (long distance is not unlimited or free from region to region … Read More
Have you heard these words come out of the mouth of a “friend” when telling him/her about events in your life? I thought that friendship was all about such sharing of life experiences: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I missed the notice that topics like car accidents, physical and/or mental illness, death in the family, domestic violence, problems … Read More
[quote]I am proud to present a submission of new American poetry written by Weldon H. Sandusky, and published here for the first time. Before I share his work, a word of thank-you to all readers, and anticipation of things to come…[/quote] I have slowly started receiving submissions of writing and artwork from you, my readers*. Practice of Madness Magazine is, … Read More
I am collecting the stories of people like me who have been stigmatized – called names, shunned, harassed, etc. – by family, friends, and/or strangers because, like me, you take antidepressants and/or other psych meds so that you can live like a “normal person*”. (*almost…sometimes…kind of…) From the Practice of Madness Facebook Page: ” I’m called a pill popper by some … Read More
It is difficult to find a complete version of Sylvia Plath’s “Poem for a Birthday” online (I have transcribed it below). The final epitaph, “The Stones”, is often given alone. I have read this poem on many birthday’s past. Today it is particularly meaningful to me. Sharing Plath’s birthday, and entering my 29th year, I think of the terror that … Read More
I was so damn naive during my freshman year in college. I was incredibly inspired by my sociology professor, which probably was the most influential force in my decision to study sociology for the next seven years. He had a long grey ponytail. Before teaching at McGill, he taught at Harvard. Harvard. He would go outside after each lecture, and smoke … Read More
This is one of my all-time favorite Sylvia Plath poems, right up there with “Poem for a Birthday”. Sylvia who shares my birthday as well as the ten -year cycles that she writes about in Lady Lazarus (I wonder if she had the three-year cycles, too). As I approach the age she was when she committed suicide I cannot help … Read More
Submission Number One 🙂 , from John Li. More of his work can be viewed here. John is a fellow survivor and a Ph.D. student – so by default, he has more intestinal fortitude than I have… and a beautiful collection of thoughts and quotes. I can only claim ownership of the typography choices. And a few photographs. From “Organs … Read More
I’m not “fine”. I’m not even okay and I’m certainly not good. What’s worse is that I haven’t felt that I have the right to feel anything less than “okay”. I have felt as if I don’t have the right to feel sad. I have been shamed for feeling sad. I have been invalidated in such rudimentary ways that I have not allowed myself to simply feel through it. I have come out the other end of it angry, spiteful, worn out, uninspired and sad, yes, I’m fucking SAD and that is not a dirty word.
The telegram says you have gone away
And left our bankrupt circus on its town;
There is nothing more for me to say.
The maestro gives the singing birds their pay
And they buy tickets for the tropic zone;
The telegram says you have gone away.
People who know the rules cannot go past them
If you have an idea of what you were put here to do
I became a journalist, because journalists get to ask questions.
Balance your goals and hopes
With feeding yourself and paying your debts
Imagining that my goal was a distant mountain
I knew I was okay because I could not taken jobs that would have been closer to the mountain.
I tended to do anything that felt like an adventure.
I tended to stop when it felt like work.
You put out a bottle
Hopelessness and Hunger…
The American Hikikomori Michael Orion Powell [Jennifer L. Reimer’s thoughts on the topic, posthumously, appear in italicized brackets] Welcome to my first post with Practice of Madness. Jen was kind enough to give me the opportunity to write here – For my first assignment, the madwoman suggested that I look in to the concept of “hikikomori” – a Japanese term for young … Read More
For anyone else who needs a smile, have a great big belly laugh. Famed existential psychotherapist and cultural hero R.D. Laing was a man of many talents. It is hard for us, who have to make a choice. People romanticize having a “calling” in life. They have no idea that in order to have a calling, one must make sacrifices … Read More
…trickle down economics invent Sky Gods that throw paper down from storm clouds. It turns out that invented Gods will not save a market in a “waning” phase. “Growth” is not supposed to be limitless, in fact, if it were, unpleasant death would befall every single person caught in the cancer. Maybe it’s the growth that surrounds me that has … Read More