E.M. Forster was [ostensibly; tho perhaps not] thinking of female beauty, specifically, but mutatis mutandis, it still seems to be true:
“…beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face, as Botticelli knew when he painted her risen from the waves, between the winds and the flowers. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due—she reminds us too much of a prima donna.”
OK, this is a second attempt at yesterday’s blog entry, because I left things out ‘cos they seemed a bit embarrassing to admit to, no-one likes to seem too mental. But it only really makes sense if I tell the story as a whole.
ADDED CAVEAT: I don’t really mean to sound flippant about bipolar disorder – bipolar is an awful disease for many people. But also, it’s really, really odd, and I can’t help myself from mentally “poking” at odd things and wondering why they happen.
Obviously, it’d be great if there were better ways of treating it, with fewer side effects, and I hope that happens, but I really don’t think there’s much I, personally, can do to speed up that process. Not right now, anyway.
I don’t like the romanticization of bipolar that you sometimes see – sure, like any natural phenomenon, there are interesting things about it, that perhaps can illuminate some of the way brains and nervous systems work, and hopefully lead to better treatments; and for some people, bipolar might even be a catalyst for creative work – but for most people, it’s just an awful thing to live with and cope with. I haven’t found it especially easy, and I only have a pretty mild case; I have a reasonably close relative (an uncle) who has far more severe bipolar than I do, and it’s had a terrible impact on his life.
Last night, as I was falling asleep, I dreamt I was among voices clustered around and hovering over yesterday’s blog post, and a male voice spoke, telling me the correct term for this was “rational craziness“.
Well, thanks, subconscious, that’s sweet of you to say 🙂 I’m glad we both agree I’m mostly rational, if slightly crazy 🙂
This is just a general query, out of curiousity more than anything else.
I’ve never had a visual hallucination in my life, but a handful of times, I’ve had things which I can only really describe as almost-, not-quite-visual hallucinations – these have been during hypomanic episodes.
I found it in a legendary land
all rocks and lavender and tufted grass,
where it was settled on some sodden sand
hard by the torrent of a mountain pass.