Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

Soren

I have been reading "The Meaning of Anxiety" by May, who quotes some beautiful Kierkegaard:

"And no Grand Inquisitor has in readiness such terrible tortures as has anxiety, and no spy knows how to attack more artfully the man he suspects, choosing the instant when he is weakest, nor knows how to lay traps where he will be caught and ensnared, as anxiety knows how, and no sharpwitted judge knows how to interrogate, to examine the accused, as anxiety does, which never lets him escape neither by diversion nor by noise, neither at work nor at play, neither by day nor by night."

"If man were a beast or an angel, he would not be able to be in anxiety.  Since he is a synthesis he can be in anxiety, and the greater the anxiety the greater the man.  This however is not affirmed in the sense in which men commonly understand anxiety, as related to something outside of man, but in the sense that man himself produces anxiety."

I personify my self-critical anxiety source as "The Drill Sargent."  I cannot escape his harsh advice, but I there is no reason to tolerate abuse.

We are the beautiful.  It's gonna be a beautiful night - the artist formerly known as the artist formerly known as Prince

M

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