A Blog on Paper

When I finished my research paper for my English course I thought I was done. A sigh of relief. A weight off my shoulders. Instead I found out the details of our blog on paper that is do with the final portfolio. I can either re-write two papers that I have done or re-write one and do this blog on paper. The first four pages kind of fell quickly into place along with the subject itself. The problem is that I need WORDS. I don't remember how many off the top of my head but way more than I have.

I decided to work based on one of the quotes that I found from the trials of the Nazi doctors. This statement was "The life of an insane person is not in keeping with human dignity."

At one point in my mothers life I would have agreed with that statement. I have never seen the entire movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest but I did see some of the scenes. I also saw some of the scenes from 12 Monkeys. These didn't paint a very good picture of mental illness. I saw what my mom was going through and she was no longer a "productive" member of society.

I know that at the end my mother was more coherent and with it than she had been in the previous 25+ years.

More research has shown me that many of our creative geniuses actually had mental illness or one sort or another. So if any one is reading this I would love to know of any works by some of the "mad" geniuses out there.

I am thinking about posting the finalized research paper and the "blog on paper" both here after the term is done.

Jabberwocky

This poem was mentioned earlier today and has been running through my head ever since.

JABBERWOCKY
by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wade;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree.
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.