Much Madness is Divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you’re straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —... Continue Reading →
by: altmentalities ~~ Sylvia Plath was a human being. She lived and breathed, she feared, she loved, she picked daffodils. She painted! The photo featured above is a self portrait. Triple-Face Portrait by Sylvia Plath, Tempera on paper, c. 1950-1951 Courtesy The Lilly Library, Indiana University, Bloomington, Indiana, © Estate of Sylvia Plath Skipping around in her unabridged journals this morning, I had that revelation. Why should it be a revelation? Because the mental health field has made her an ICON; something entirely separate from humanity. According to them, she IS clinical depression, suicide; she IS tortured genius. Even worse, she is entertainment.
