#r.d laing

[hurtslikeyourmouth]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ghohl]

"The term schizoid refers to an individual the totality of whose experience is split in two main ways: in the first place, there is a rent in his relation with his world and, in the second, there is a disruption of his relation with himself. "

R.D Laing, The Divided Self

[nikolasongsa]

If it is held that to be unbiased one should be ‘objective’ in the sense of depersonalizing the person who is the ‘object’ of our study, any temptation to do this under the impression that one is thereby being scientific must be rigorously resisted. Depersonalization in a theory that is intended to be a theory of persons is as false as schizoid depersonalization of others and is no less ultimately an intentional act. Although conducted in the name of science, such reification yields false ‘knowledge’. It is just as pathetic a fallacy as the false personalization of things.

R.D Laing - The Divided Self

[ghohl]

"Out and in beyond life and death now, beyond inner and outer, sense and nonsense, meaning and futility, male and female, being and nonbeing, light and darkness, void and plenum. Beyond all duality, or nonduality, beyond and beyond. Disincarnation. I breathe again."

R.D Laing, The Bird of Paradise

[ghohl]

"Body mangled, torn into shreds, ground down to powder, limbs aching, heart lost, bones pulverized, empty nausea in dust. Wanting to throw up my lungs. Everywhere blood, tissues, muscles, bones, are wild, frantic. Outwardly all is quiet, calm, as ever. Sleep. Death. I look all right."

R.D Laing, The Bird of Paradise

[ghohl]

"A large, magnificent dog is wandering in aimless circles across the road. It wanders closer to my car. I begin to realize there is something terribly damaged about it. Yes, back broken, and as it veers round, the left face comes into view - bashed in, bloody, formless mess, on which its eye lies somehow intact, looking at me, with no socket, just by itself, slone, detached. A crowd has gathered, laughing, jeering at the ridiculous behavior of this distracted creature. Motorists toot their horns and shout at it to get out of the way. Shop girls have come out of their shops and giggle together.

(...)

I look round a New Town. What a pity about those viscera and abortions littering the new spic and span gutters. This one looks like a heart. It is pulsating. It starts to move on four little legs. It is disgusting and grotesque. Doglike abortion of raw red flesh, and yet alive. Stupid, flayed, abortive dog still persisting in living. Yet all it asks after all is that I let it love me, and not even that."

R.D Laing, The Bird of Paradise

[gretched]

"Men can and do destroy the humanity of other men, and the condition of this possibility is that we are interdependent. We are not self-contained monads producing no effects on each other expect our reflections. We are both acted upon, changed for good or ill, by other men; and we are agents who act upon others."

R.D Laing, The Politics of Experience

[gretched]

"We do not need theories so much as the experience that is the source of the theory."

R.D Laing, The Politics of Experience