The exhibit is open through today. A Journey Inside presents the work of a much larger project involving eight Iranian photographers and a compassionate portrayal of their country. The project consists of two parts. First, the artists participated in a training segment to learn from others in the industry through workshops and other resources.
Magdalena Tulli – Poland – Tulli’s lineage as a writer, can be traced on quite a autumnal tree, which is ripe with cherries, apples, pears, peaches and plums—from Italo Calvino, Jorge Luis Borges, Franz Kafka, Bruno Schulz, and Daniil Kharms. Port Manteaux churns out silly new words when you feed it an idea or two. Enter a word (or two) above and you'll get back a bunch of portmanteaux created by jamming together words that are conceptually related to your inputs.. For example, enter "giraffe" and you'll get . Compared to the very dark materials of his fictions, and compared with some of his famously eccentric contemporaries--Poe, Dickinson, Thoreau--Hawthorne was outwardly conventional, happily married and raising three children.
Bluntly entitling his post "Maybe You're Just Wrong," he claims that for some people he works with--especially those with no major Axis I mental disorder--he gives them the option of being labelled ill on the one hand, or in mincing-no-words fashion, "psychologically flawed and emotionally immature" on the other.
In the former case, psychotherapy and possible medication may be indicated, whereas in the latter case, some kind of education or training may be called for.
What this speaks to for me is the ever-present question: There is no life without suffering, that's for sure; without being lugubrious about it, it is clear that on the scale of a moment, a day, or a lifetime, existence not infrequently doesn't turn out the way we seem to feel that it should.
I went into psychiatry not in order to relieve the most suffering in any kind of generic sense; it is impossible to quantify suffering, of course, but maybe I could do more good by working in a soup kitchen or by becoming a hedge fund manager and then donating the majority of my income to charity.
No, I went into psychiatry to try to relieve a particular kind of suffering, that associated with the "mind-forg'd manacles" that prevent us from being as psychologically or emotionally free as we might.
All are limited by temperament and disposition, although to be sure, some have cages that are far more spacious and pliable--and in far closer proximity to other cages--than others. The fundamental premise of medicine is that we are not wholly responsible for our own suffering.
The sick role is a socially sanctioned kind of forbearance granted to incapacity, stemming from a recognition that it is deeply unjust to pretend that "the cage" isn't there.
However, it is equally unjust--in an infantilizing way--to carry on as though another's cage is more restrictive than it has to be. In his blog post Goulston claims that most of his clients prefer to be considered wrong--and responsible for their own plight--rather than innocent victims.
I wish I had his confidence in human nature personally I think Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor was more on the money.
Obviously these people aren't paying him with insurance, which would require a listed diagnosis. And I refer to them as clients rather than patients for a reason. Goulston sets out the free will conundrum in stark terms, which is why the piece struck me, but clearly he constructs a false opposition.
For psychiatric care, if it is enlightened, should always endeavor to seek a fair balance between the claims of responsibility and "the natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
Life is continually lived in a state of partial--and never precisely known--responsibility. And science does not help much with this. Free will is profoundly social and political, relating to what one ultimately must answer for to hypothetical others.
In that sense there is no one Free Will, but a multiplicity of free wills in different social contexts. So for instance, it is common for a depressed person not to take of himself.
He doesn't exercise or eat healthfully, he gains weight, he isolates himself and loses friends, and perhaps even loses his job because he doesn't drag himself to work on time.
To what degree is he responsible for his plight, as opposed to being a victim of the medical condition of depression? Arguably science cannot answer this question. To be sure, ever more sophisticated brain scans may show that depressed brains are different in certain ways than non-depressed brains, but inasmuch as psychology stems from neurobiology, such brain scans could theoretically also show differences between, say, lazy and selfish brains as opposed to motivated and selfless brains.
I would argue that responsibility in this case--in all cases--is a pragmatic construct."30 Americans showcases art by many of the most important African-American artists of the last three decades. This provocative exhibition focuses on issues of racial, gender, and historical identity in contemporary culture while exploring the powerful influence .
Feb 19, · James Kirchick writes for, and is the assistant editor of, the liberal The New Republic and also wirtes occasionally for Commentary Magazine. Today, in the New York Post he writes of the betrayal of Israel by Obama, and the shaping of public opinion against Israel.
Raked seating for approx had been erected in a semi-circle on the Lowry Theatre's main Lyric theatre stage, and with the curtains closed behind us, we sat watching our show unfold on what would normally be only a small portion of this vast stage. Of Sirens Silent and Loud: The Language Wars of Joyce and Kafka Maria Kager James Joyce Quarterly, Volume 49, Number 1, Fall , pp.
(Article). Bennelong Bicyclist Hmmm, I wonder if there is a niche market for Soviet-nostalgia porn? Let's see, working title "Dictatorship of the Proletariat". Opening scene: Vladimir Ilyich introduces a gaggle of nubile, scantily clad factory workers to his impressive member, which he nicknames "Comrade Proletariat".
A Comparison of Franz Kafka's novel, Metamorphosis, and Salvador Dali’s Painting, “Illumined Pleasures” In Franz Kafka novel, Metamorphosis, we are introduced to the disappointment that Greg Samsa feels as a result of feeling inadequate through the middle class life he is leading.