Princes and Madmen
A strange idea came to me in conversation the other day, namely that my schizophrenia helps me understand what it must be like to be Prince William.
We’ve got to get off this rock before we blow it up or cause it to go Venus!1
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Okay so I exaggerate, it’s only Earth becoming hostile to most species — including humans… (And of course we’re not going to be able to make a mass exodus, so we really need to work on what we’ve got down here!) ↩︎
A strange idea came to me in conversation the other day, namely that my schizophrenia helps me understand what it must be like to be Prince William.
A fairly comprehensive talk I wrote about my experience with schizophrenia for a ‘CMHA Consumer Conference’ in 2005.
I’ve removed quite a lot of cruft from this blog in stage one of my web presence change plan.
Despite all the terrible things in the news these days, the world can make progress, and I personally have been succeeding in moving forward.
With opportunities I’ve waited for, starting in a sudden rush, along with extra volunteering, I have discovered I’ve been a little heavy on the accelerator.
Revisits Poor man’s pancakes with a single serve, no dairy, no egg (meat) version, along with updated political commentary.
My neck is wide, my legs are strong, and I carry a teal umbrella. I am a man who knows himself and fears little.I defy intolerance, and go where I will.
A ‘heavy atmosphere’ poem about looking for love in a counter-culture bar. (Well maybe it is about rubbish, but that’s a different meaning of the word …)
Short poem about moving into a new personal space. This is a pull from Daniel F. Dickinson’s archives, with mixed memories.