RIP Robin Williams

In context of Robin Williams sad death.

Nancy Andreasen, a leading neuroscientist and psychologist, co-wrote the first empirical study that proved the increased likelihood of mood disorder in creative people.

What absolute and utter superficial TWADDLE.

Unfortunately, as proven by global statistics, ALCOHOLISM and DRUG ADDICTION are equal opportunity diseases, with equally opportunity outcomes, whether the sufferer is a movie star, mathematician or manual laborer.

Genius is usually outgoing – in between projects, inventions, creations, etc. – but being visionaries and so far ahead of his her time, are often neither appreciated nor understood till later in life.

Or, particularly with truly brilliant women, subjected to horrendous jealousy, or attempted repression and deprivation of basic necessities and means to create.

However, similarly with men:  Mozart had 700 ‘rejection slips.’  Only heard 300 of his works performed, lived from paycheck to paycheck.  Van Gogh’s covetous brother stored his work, telling him no one wanted them.  He kept his genius brother on a stipend – enough for wine and coffee and a few rolls;  such a deficient diet would cause neurological anomalies and the appearance of mental illness, not to mention depression, said depression being from exterior factors, NOT intrinsic to genius.

By appearances, Williams probably did not have Parkinsons, but tardive dyskinesia or other well established side effects of his long term use of legal and illegal substances.

So get off your mediocre high horse, Andreasen; enough with indulged, leftwing mediocrities justifying their existence by condemning greater minds and imaginations who bring joy to a world that barely understands them.

So Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.  May all your tears be wiped away, and may you find true Joy and Rest in the arms of our loving Creator.

[“SOS- For Survivors of Suicides” by Deirdre McNamara has been reissued on Amazon.com.  It is a self-help response to a reader in trouble, not an academic tests. ]

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VETERANS DAY – A Close Encounter

 

POPPIES, FLANDERS

by

D. McNamara

 

It wasn’t a wrong turn, after all

Away from Brugges to 

Dunkirk

 

And the tears of frustration

After all that driving

And careful navigation

Were not, after all, for me

 

But for all “our chaps;” English,

Irish, Scottish, Welsh and Yanks

Buried in Franco Belgian soil

 

We don’t mention the wars now

But in the drive from Milan, north,

North through Switzerland

Up, up and away across the autobahn

The oppression was still there

Hovering in the bright clean air

And the beautiful skies, gleaming

Over nations fair.

 

The boys of World War I

Too many shed their blood

In the fields and the marsh 

And the mud

That we do not quantify

Nor name

The shame of bigotry

And Hanover’s sibling rivalry

 

This shame

Of brutality

Of repeated cruelty

Of contempt

For the empty arms 

And shattered hearts

of mothers

 

Moms,

Your sons are alive

Do not weep

“They are not dead,

but sleep,”

In the heart of 

Another mother’s Son

 

I continued my drive

through the 

Swards of red and gold

Poppies and wheat and

Started to weep like one

bereaved

I pulled over the car

And cradled my head

on the wheel on the

Road through the

Poppy Fields of Flanders

 

And suddenly my sadness ceased

I felt a profound and radiant peace

And continued my journey

No longer alone

But bringing home

The hearts of

Our brothers, fathers, sons and spouses

 

From that moment on

I was aided and blessed

By my brothers in arms

No longer oppressed

Guided in best ways

For the rest of the day

And I felt quite merry

On the Norfolk Line ferry

Which gave me to sleep

A crew cabin, clean and neat

 

But it was over too soon

Docking in Dover

By the light of a chalk-lit moon

“We” were home once more

On England’s much loved shore

A beautiful, glorious sight

O sweet and lovely Albion night

by Deirdre McNamara, Dec 17th 2005.  Revised January 4, 2006

“Poppies, Flanders” is dedicated to all men and women who gave their lives inthe service of Freedom and in a special way to Peter Balfour of Norfolk Ferries, an angelic guardian for the latter part of that strange journey through History and Time, to Home.

June, 2002.  Mild revision, Nov 9, 2007

Link to flier of Ladybard’s drama,  “NINE ELEVEN”

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