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2/03/2009

Think of me...


CHRISTINE:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .

RAOUL:
Can it be? Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were...
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...

CHRISTINE
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!
I am going to do this piece of music from Phantom of the Opera with a student on a lunch concert in a little more than one week...

Addition February 4: And I am going to play this with another student...


The music from Schindler's List...

Peaceful Easy Feeling

I like the way your sparkling earrings lay,

against your skin, it's so brown
and I wanna sleep with you
in the desert tonight
with a billion stars all around
'cause I gotta peaceful easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the
ground
And I found out a long time ago
what a woman can do to your soul
Ah, but she can't take you anyway
You don't already know how to go
and I gotta peaceful, easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the ground
I get this feeling I may know you
as a lover and a friend
but this voice keeps whispering
in my other ear, tells me
I may never see you again
'cause I get a peaceful, easy feeling
and I know you won't let me down
'cause I'm already standing on the ground
'cause I'm already standing...
on the ground
oooo, oooo
Thanks sweetie... :-) Look at his blog!!

12/14/2008

A winter’s tale…





From youtube:
"When Godess Freyja and her putti company appear on the winter sky in a chariot driven by cats it is time to celebrate the arrival of the first snow. Well I made it up because Freyja was really the Godess of Fertility but then again, maybe she is pregnant with snow and gives birth to all the little snow flakes of which some become stars to lighten up the winter darkness and some drop down on earth to just lie there for a while and twinkle back to the stars. or she just inspires people to invent some new myths while waiting for spring.

Music by Lars-Erik Larsson (1908-1986), En vintersaga (The Winter's Tale) Op.18 The Stockholm Sinfonietta, Jan-Olov Wedin cond. (rec. 1980-81)"

12/03/2008

Kristina from Duvemåla...


From the musical "Kristina from Duvemåla" based on books by Wilhelm Moberg detailing a family's poverty-driven migration from Sweden to America in the mid-19th century: The Emigrants, Unto a Good Land, The Settlers, and The Last Letter Home.
“A young girl, Kristina, sits on her swing and dreams about her beau Karl Oskar. He is on his way to see her [eager seeing her], and she pictures how he makes his way through the familiar surroundings (‘Duvemåla Pasture’).

When Karl Oskar arrives he tells her that he has inherited his father's farm, and can now make Kristina his wife. The two are wed and begin a life together, but times are hard as they keep getting bad harvest years.

Kristina worries that they won't be able to support their growing family, and suggests to her husband that they don't have intercourse, in order to prevent another pregnancy.

Karl Oskar talks her out of it, saying that it would be a betrayal of his lust and love for her (‘My Lust for You’).”

When she is sitting on her swing waiting for him she sings:

”Sedan han lämnat Korpamoen, tar han stigen mot Bökevara
Bidalites vägskäl ser han snart, en halv fjärdingsväg är det bara
Skälljud från korna hör han svagt, ifrån Åskålens näs och uddar
Hölassen där i träd och snår, brukar kvarlämna strån och suddar

Över grind och stätta
Har han svingat sej, nu är han nära
Fötterna är lätta
För han vandrar vägen till sin kära

Åkerby har han bakom sej, där ska dansas på lördagsnatten
När han passerat Åleberg, ser han Kråkesjöns dunkla vatten
På Krysseboda sommaräng, ser han liljekonvalj utslagen
Björkskogen där bär nya löv, där är ljust in på sena dagen

Över grind och stätta
Har han svingat sej, nu är han nära
Fötterna är lätta
För han vandrar vägen till sin kära

Och snart är han vid Sju Bönders grind, jag kan skymta hans vita krage
Snart med hans axel mot min kind, går jag i Duvemåla Hage.”

See pictures from a studying day with Helen Sjöholm (the singer on the video).

11/29/2008

Music videos...


Also listen here.

10/07/2008

Being at sixes and sevens...



Something I am going to practice with a colleague... Yes, I have 53 students and try to blog in the middle of everything. And my work is certainly not about writing... I wish I had more time.

9/06/2008

Life...







What I ought to practice now, see the videos above (piano and orchestra parts on piano)... On top of having over 50 students. Can I manage this? The first and third movements in the concerto by Pergolesi demands most! I wish I had an own cottage or house so I could play whenever I wanted, and COULD practice without disturbing any neighbors...

So much on my mind I would want to write about on top of everything... And near, dear people with whom the contact is important...

The prerequisites for what I do... So I don't have unlimited time for writing. On the contrary. And it has been like this the whole time I have been blogging too. And the blogging hasn't been the only writing exercises either.

9/05/2008

The Swedish percussion ensemble Kroumata...



The first video is a parody over the Swedish percussion ensemble Kroumata...The name Kroumata comes from old Greek and is a "collection-name" for percussion instruments.

What are, or can, playing percussion instruments be about? (getting anger out, temporarily though?). It looks so fun when my colleague teaching percussion instruments play with his percussion ensembles on our concerts! I would want to join the ensemble! :-) Or start to dance, or both! I can't sit still almost! But I AM very well mannered, so I do!! Sit sill I mean! Unfortunately!?

At last weekend after some hectic weeks with starting a new school-year, being on course... Hopefully with time for my own home now.

Pancakes (on whole grain spelt, which gives the pancake a "richer" taste, though more expensive than ordinary wheat!), homemade jam (on berries I have picked in the woods in Hälsingland) and a a piece of cabbage for supper - and a glass of milk to it. The weather changes rapidly, from sun to rain! It's a bit strange! I almost thought of lighting candles when I ate. Now it's already dark, how fast it goes.

8/24/2008

Sinead O' Connor...


You made me the thief of your heart
I hope you're happy now...
...I could never make you so...
you were a hard man...
no harder in this world
you made me cold and you made me hard
and you made me the thief of your heart
Winter is cold...oh!
But you're colder still
and for the first time
I feel like you're mine
I share you with the one who will
mend what falls apart
and turn a blind eye
to the thief of your heart
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
you lost all
you lost all
I'll never wash these clothes
I want to keep the stain
Your blood to me is precious
nor would I spill it in vain
your spirit sings
though your lips never part
singing only to me
the thief of your heart
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all
Ohhh you lost
Ohhh you lost all
lost all

I liked the music, but what is the text about actually??

8/11/2008

I'll give you shelter from the storm...



"They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate"

"'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm"
About the Beat Generation here.

Au Cabaret Vert

Those eight days on the road, their wear-and tear,
Had left my boots stone-savaged. Limping late,
I came to Charleroi, to the Cabaret Vert.

I asked for buttered doorsteps and a plate
Of anything they had: some half-cold ham.

Relaxed, I stretched leg's ache beneath their green
Table and stared, too tired to give a damn,
At the daft doings in the simple scene
Their wallpaper repeated.

Bliss, pure bliss
Flowed over me when that big-breasted chick--
Nor one, her bright eyes signaled, whom a kiss
Would discompose--brought in my butter-thick
Slabs of rich bread, my luke-warm pink-and-white
Ham with it sprigs of garlic; all sweet-spread
On a painted plate. Dear Christ, how good the sight
Of the mug she smiled to fill, whose frothing head,
Not the expected white, shone golden-red
In one long sunshaft of late evening light.

Arthur Rimbaud

8/09/2008

More on language…


this sonata has actually nothing with moonlight to do! It was written after a close friend's death. And you can hear the fury in the last movement (see below). Are these things possible to express in words?? Are there things we can't express in words?

Are we really prepared to listen to a child’s trials to express what it has experienced and feels? Expressed with its “limited” language!

And are we prepared to listen to a grown up and what he/she actually is trying to say?
Or are we only prepared to listen to those with the best language?

AND to the most intelligent (at least the seemingly most intelligent)? Whom we admire a lot?
So long as the other person isn’t really mean or harming, why don’t we, shouldn’t we?

Putting some (or many) things in words isn’t easy. Putting certain things in words IS difficult, and sometimes even impossible! But it isn’t sure all people have difficulties with the same things! Or have any significant difficulties expressing themselves at all (but they are quite few)? Probably depending on their history and experiences up until now?

When we aren’t really heard many of us tend to use more and more words? Either in speech or written words? Or both? When we are speaking for deaf ears we use more and more words?

If we aren’t heard either by other people or/and by ourselves? Maybe we need to use all those words until we get heard by other people and/or ourselves? And need to search ourselves forward with the language we have (for the moment)? We can have deaf ears for ourselves too? Be blind for actual opportunities of different kinds too and for actual, genuine appreciation and liking, sometimes even love that is in reach? If so, isn’t that sad? Maybe even very sad? In the worst cases walking a whole long life without realizing what we could have gotten and achieved?

Maybe we need to express things in spoken and/or written words until we hear or see what we are saying?

And nobody stands up there with a perfect language, as a perfect musician (or anything else), no matter how talented we are or were from the beginning. Even if not so few thinks so, even among grown up people! Even among “intelligent” people! In music we will never get full learned!

Even the most talented need exercise and training! Even a Mozart needed! And he got that exercise very early in life! But what did he suffer? A training a Beethoven never got? The former produced a lot of music very easily and quickly, and the latter struggled very hard. But he too produced fantastic, great music (in many persons’ eyes - and ears)!

8/06/2008

All for love…


With Luciano Pavarotti and Bryan Adams!!! See earlier posting (with the text).

7/31/2008

Sleeping on pills and some additional thoughts - thinking loudly…


from the Ballet Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov.

In the morning-news this morning they spoke about an increase in the use of sleeping drugs in young people (15 to 34 years). One of the experts, Sonja Wallbom (ordförande for RFHL, Riksförbundet för hjälp åt narkotika- och läkemedelsberoende, an association in Sweden for help for those suffering from narcotics and alcohol addictions) said that we ought to teach young people to handle their crisis instead of treating them with pills.

The networks with adults have got weaker or thinner, shown for instance in fewer grown ups in recreation centres, school health care, teachers have less time, as parents etc.

We have less time speaking with each other and then also as a consequence with children and young people.

Yesterday I also saw a program about meeting a new partner after divorce, where a psychologist thought that children are more tolerant than we believe when a parent has found a new partner… They are so used to getting contacts on the net easily themselves… And understand that parents can do too. And many children feel good seeing their parent being happy and smiling - again.

The speaker said something in this style in the beginning of the program:
“Thick, tired and ugly in the hair, desperate, disillusioned…”
And I have feelings I haven’t put in words yet on the differences between US and Sweden (the Scandinavian countries), let’s see if I manage doing this…

The Swedish society feels (now at least) more equal and as people have a fairly high material standard - in general. Maybe not so many who are tremendously rich here, but… So people don’t have had needs to use the system in really the same way as in the USA? But are we walking in that direction (forced or brainwashed by politicians and right-wing lobby-groups)?

Silently: But my trip to USA has been great, in all respects... I am so glad over it. And glad over all that happened.

Now a bike ride though. :-)

PS. Also see this photo-album (with ONLY four pictures, you don't believe me!).


So far away
So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know that you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

One more song about movin' along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it bein' close to you

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin' else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
But there's so many dreams I've yet to find

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn't help to know you're so far away


Corrina, Corrina
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,
Baby, please come home.

I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
But I ain' a-got Corrina,
Life don't mean a thing.

Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you're on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you're on my mind.
I'mma sittin down thinkin of you, baby,
I just can't keep from crying.

An excellent interpretation of "Money, money" (see the Swedish group ABBA) sung by Helen Sjöholm:



The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong baby
And you'll be sorry someday

The thrill is gone
It's gone away from me
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I'll still live on
But so lonely I'll be

The thrill is gone
It's gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone baby
Baby its gone away for good
Someday I know I'll be over it all baby
Just like I know a man should

You know I'm free, free now baby
I'm free from your spell
I'm free, free now
I'm free from your spell
And now that it's over
All I can do is wish you well

7/14/2008

Pink Floyd The Wall Comfortably Numb…


Comfortably Numb

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?


There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb.


Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more --Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

See this readers’ letter on Miller’s web. About Pink Floyd here and here. Pink Floyd and Renée Fleming got The Polar Music Prize this year…

Addition in the evening: the first video with
Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, Sting…

All For Love

When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold.

When there's love inside
(I swear I'll always be strong.)
Then there's a reason why.
(I'll prove to you we belong.)
I'll be the wal that protects you
From the wind and the rain,
From the hurt and pain.

Let's make it all for one and all for love.
Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need,
'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.

When it's love you make
(I'll be the fire in your night.)
Then it's love you take.
(I will defend, I will fight.)
I'll be there when you need me.
When honor's at stake,
This vow I will make:

That it's all for one and all for love.
Let the one be the one you want,
The one you need,
'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.

Don't lay our love to rest
'Cause we could stand up to you test.
We got everything and more than we had planned,
More than the rivers that run the land.
We've got it all in our hands.

Now it's all for one and all for love.
(It's all for love.)
Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need,
'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.
(It's one for all.)
When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show.
When there's someone that you want,
When there's someone that you need
Let's make it all, all for one and all for love.

7/07/2008

A frustrated therapist...

who went to monasteries - and why?

Read Alice Miller's conversation with a frustrated therapist here and here, about a small boy the therapist has as client/patient, beaten by his parents; thrashed so there are big red welts on his buttocks:

"...when he goes to other people, men, women teachers, parents, therapists, to try and get some help, some information, something of the truth to help him clear his confusion, the message he gets is that its his fault if his beatings upset him, its his fault because of the way he took his beatings, his parents are not to be blamed, its no-ones' fault, it was not wrong of them to beat him because the law allowed it. So he doesn't go to therapists any more. They just abuse him.

AM: Why don't you tell him that nobody has the right to hit and mistreat him and that you will talk to his parents and tell them that what they are doing is a crime. It is your duty to protect this boy from the lies he has been taught and to tell him the truth. Otherwise a so-called therapy is a farce.

JR: Oh, I tried that, believe me. They have full support in their abusive behaviour from his headmaster, his headmistress, all his teachers, the police, the vicar, the priest, the imam, the counsellor, and the doctor. They all assure his parents that their son is evil, it is a kindness to correct him. And then, there are all my professionalist colleagues who will insist, to his parents and to everyone else that it is not their job to say what is right or wrong, that people are entitled to their opinions, it is an issue of difference and that it might well be the way he has taken his beatings that is causing his problems. His parents feel very strongly that I am a commie beatnik and they did in fact threaten to call the police if I didn't quit their premises immediately."

6/27/2008

A control-society...

more pictures here.

In a chronicle a journalist wrote that “Big brother decides if you have nothing to hide” or as we say “if you have clean flour in your bag”(om du har rent mjöl i påsen).

She writes about the routine screening for Phenylketonuria (PKU) since 1975 on newborn babies, under the excuse that it saves 35,000 people from the disease Phenylketonuria (in Sweden). The tests are then saved with the promise they are going to be used for research only. But the police got access to this register to capture the murderer of the Swedish politician Anna Lindh.

These tests are so far voluntary, but the author of the article felt a pressure saying yes to it last year when her daughter was born, but managed saying no to it. When her son was born 1996 she didn’t oppose. How is this test for a small child?

She writes that when the purpose sounds good we don’t protest, but who protest when the purpose is dubious?

She means that the control-society is carried out with the help of fear, consolation and disinformation. Yes, see Naomi Klein and shock-therapy. Such as:

“Your child can get a deadly disease! You can get burst or broken into pieces. Assaulted in the subway! Leave the supervision in the hands of the state for your own good. Practical and simple!”

And right and liberal government aren’t less prone than left in this respect it looks??

She means that a control-state neither deter, prevent not protect from crime. A spiral of fear and an arms race is rather built. Something happens with the soul when one builds a prison of self-censoring.

The human factor always leads to misuse she thinks. Those who have a passion for the FRA-law for example, she writes, mean that it won’t affect any average Swede having nothing to hide, only terrorists with full beard. Always this “we and them” she thinks

The one knowing his Kafka knows that it’s never you yourself who decide, but always the one in power judging how much you have to hide or how clean your flour is.

I want to write about poisonous pedagogy and politicians/politics too later… Or very soon.





Wanted to add some passionate music-pieces... Played by fantastic pianists. Want to share this.

Addition in the evening:
A female Norwegian blogger wrote:

“But the control mania of the citizens’ private-life as we see nowadays seems quite simply morbid. If individual citizens had been as paranoiac as the politicians are, they had been locked up long ago.”

Yes, I think this was quite well said!

6/25/2008

Some personal reflections…


During a tough period I tried with a lot of ”therapies”: qigong, Feldenkrais, meditation, different relaxation-programs, mental training…

During some weekends training Feldenkrais there were physiotherapists (sjukgymnaster) also attending… They and the course-teacher (yes, they call the sessions lessons) spoke very enthusiastically about neuro linguistic programming (NLP), and how they used it in their work. And the Feldenkrais teacher spoke about a Norwegian couple in particular having courses in NLP in Sweden too, for instance on the island Öland (if I remember right), and she thought they were so great. However I got a bit suspicious, because it sounded as keeping barriers on place... I don't believe in that method... Deliberately cutting upcoming things off. If what you as whatever therapist you are "release" things in the client or patient you must be able to deal with it, and have tools dealing with it too. And these things are nothing you should "play" with as we say!!

I have a sister who is educated occupational therapist (arbetsterapeut). During her education they had a course in psychiatry I think. Or they read about how to handle (and/or avoid) psychosis. Because when you start to work with the body and release tensions, when you meditate etc. things can happen… People can start to react very powerfully? Even become psychotic (quite often become psychotic, or more often than we maybe believe)? See Reich about the bodily armour! And this seems to be a reality, so that they have to learn about these things in their education!

In my work or rather during my piano-playing education I have come in contact with the phenomenon the kinaesthetic sense. That is, how it feels doing a movement, finger or body. Being able to imagine how it feels.

In dancing for instance the pupils/students watch their teacher making a movement and at the same time make a sensory imagination of how it feels doing this movement, what’s happening.

Riding horses is the same or can or ought to be the same??

Singing is too; to find ones voice, the breathing etc.

This also makes me think of therapists working with peoples’ breathing… One of the parents to a couple of our pupils (she is mother of five or more children!!), educated from college for social workers, works as breathing-therapist. I would never go to her. I think all these tools can be dangerous used wrongly and by the wrong person, which means a person with unresolved things!! This is true for all sorts of therapies, how attractive they even may sound. See what Miller has written and said about unconscious manipulation.

Yes, many of us probably want there were quick fixes? We are maybe even in desperate need for them! The years are passing, and we live not so fulfilling or rich-containing lives (but what is a “rich life”?). We want a change, and an immediate change?

And maybe there are reasons choosing the presumptive therapist very carefully! Trying to give oneself that time, even if it feels hard and the need for help and change is very strong. Using Miller’s FAQ-list (frequently asked questions) "How to find the Right Therapist?" in our search, or creates our own questions if we are capable.

We also speak a lot (especially during higher education) about feelings and emotions and expressions… But this doesn’t mean we working with artistic things are healthier… I can immediately mention a lot of musicians and other artists with sever problems. Even during history. Which proves that just talking doesn’t really change things? But our work maybe keeps many of us working with it alive. Alive but going crazy? Or as Robert Schumann committing suicide…

Working with all these things above one has to be prepared and really capable of dealing with what’s perhaps coming up!! As in all other therapies! Having solved ones own things to that degree so one doesn’t harm the other one by ones own denial and unsolved/unprocessed things.

One can click on the labels “gurus”, “cults”, “manipulation”, “Helga’s story” etc. in the sidebar to the left…

Beethoven in fury over a dead friend (the third movement from the moonlight sonata).

6/21/2008

Vulnerable and fragile, but also strong, competent, powerful…

Of some reason I came to think, once again, of how fragile we human beings are, fragile, vulnerable and strong, powerful, competent… I will continue this posting later today I think. Starting it with Sting’s “Fragile.”


Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are

Addition in the evening from earlier postings (slightly changed and edited):

From the earlier posting The vulnerable human being…:

In an article in a Norwegian newspaper it stood about Homo vulnerabilis – the vulnerable human being...

In this article it stood about what we today talk about as “the most vulnerable groups”, an expression that has been more and more common in the societal debate the last years (in Scandinavia at least) they mean. They write that the expression "the most vulnerable groups" can be a transcription for women and children, victims of abuse or nature-catastrophes, poor people that has been marginalized or the ones that are psychically or somatically sick.

And yes, of course these groups are vulnerable they write. But we are all vulnerable. Vulnerability belongs to our human beings basic conditions. In an ethical perspective the human vulnerability is a prerequisite, yes, even a resource…

However, much in our time can be read as assiduous attempts to deny and repress/suppress the innate human vulnerability… Yes, I think this is right. We don’t want to admit these sides in us!? We don’t want to get in contact with the power and helpless child we once were, the weak and incompetent child. The contempt for weakness. And this is quite natural, the feelings that are connected to these experiences of being a help- and powerless child, a child that was entirely handed out to her/his caregivers/parents and the clear, real insight that the child couldn’t change this situation, it was entirely impossible, how clever or sensitive or anything it even was – realizing the truth with all its implications, are so painful, so we want to avoid it at all costs.

But we have also got a growing insight about how much feelings and emotions mean for the development of ethical insight and responsibility they write… Feelings are also compassion and empathy in other people and other people’s needs and feelings (how many of us are good at that?). Without our feelings/emotions we wouldn’t be (aren’t) capable of grasping/apprehending the ethical challenges where they occur, neither in near nor more distant relations…

Or said in another manner: It is the fellow human beings vulnerability which makes the need for ethical behavior obvious or needed…

However, if I deny my own vulnerability this (being compassionate, emphatic) will be difficult…

We are back to a former blogpost, the addition in the end, about violence, not only the one between men and women (men being violent towards women), but about the violence between men too!?

And Bosch actually writes about this I think (denial of needs and thus our vulnerability, and the consequences of this denial, in our ability for nearness for example): about the different defences we use… One of these is to deny how vulnerable I as child actually was (a protection against realizing the real extent of what the caregivers actually showed with their behavior, i.e., how little they knew about a child’s needs, and that this also was a sign of lack of love!? A realization that had meant death for the child, but a truth an adult can survive, even if it feels as we can’t survive it), by adapting a defence she calls False Power anger or False power denial of needs. Or we resorted as children to the defence False hope: if we tried hard enough - then… Or blamed ourselves, what she calls the Primary defence.

It stands in the article about the mutual dependency human beings between… Probably very scary for many? Admitting ones needs and dependency on others (phew, I know psychoanalyst influenced therapists talks about this too!! In a similarly contradicting and confusing manner as our parents raised us: you shall dare to admit your dependency, but not be dependent at the same time, or in other circumstances be independent, or? And knowing the difference and being able to control even this. Phew again! And all this is a question of wanting or not wanting, and of intellect!?? How sensitive and compassionate and empathic is this from the therapist's side?)? Because realizing this would trigger early things, when the child’s natural and justified needs weren’t filled, and the feelings connected to this that had to be suppressed, probably before they even reached the consciousness? So this is very understandable, but no excuse for behaving badly…

Insight, fantasy and understanding form the “power of judging”… And it is here, in forming this “power of judging”, where our own vulnerability becomes a resource they write (in my interpretation). Oh, this can sound so very moralizing – and isn't this very intellectual!!

They also write about building rocket or missile-systems, both on an outer and on an inner level, i.e. literally and metaphorically. The dream about invulnerability continues to sow distrust and exclusion instead of trust and mutual obligations in all fellowships…

But the invulnerable human being, if he/she existed, would be inhuman they write, because vulnerability constitutes the human, constitutes that we are human beings.

But vulnerability is often presented as a lack, a weakness, as something we should help others get rid of, telling them (and ourselves too?? Blaming ourselves for being sch failures, so incapable, so weak, bad, lousy -the Primary defence?!):

“You shouldn't be so sensitive!”

And how many of us aren’t raised to think of others??? At the same time! First we are told not be so sensitive – or vulnerable, and then asked to think of others… We shall be both less sensitive and more!! Confusing!?? We shall make ourselves invisible in a way!? And then we are blamed for hiding our light under the bushel (sätta vårt ljus under skäppan)!!!

See Bosch on children learned to share at a too early age… (“Being sensitive to out children’s pain”, in the midst of the linked blogpost about “Biologism”).

I also came to think of Kirkengen who refers to the Hebrew Philosopher Avishai Margalit (Kirkengen also writes about bio-medicine!!!).

The last fall there was a TV-program with the Swedish professor in religion-psychology Owe Wikström in a talk with the Swedish author Torgny Lindgren on compassion. A couple of years ago Wikström’s heart stopped when he was at a gym with his wife (physician). Suddenly he was totally handed out to other people! At the hospital he started to reflect over what he calls “the era of self-centeredness”.

“The popular-psychology’s picture of the happy human being is extremely concentrated on the individual. This creates a very cynical society, where all shall boost [puffa för] their own selves and realize themselves. Those who don’t manage this are cast into the shadows”,

he says. Contempt for weakness again.

These reflections resulted in the book “Sonja’s goodness” (he refers to Dostoevsky’s Sonja throughout the book! I haven’t read any of Dostoevsky's books though), a book in which he seeks literature where compassion is described. Books mean a lot to Wikström!!

Wikström’s home site. About him at Wikipedia (only in Swedish).
About Avishai Margalit at Wikipedia. More about him with links to essays by him. And even more about him here.

It stands about Wikströms book (my amateur-translation, the text a bit shortened below):

"Nutiden överöser oss med slagord:

'Du kan bli framgångsrik', 'Du måste förverkliga dig själv!', Du har bara ett liv, unna dig storslagna upplevelser!', ' Tänk positivt!' [Halleluja!!].

Men alla vet vi, innerst inne, att tillvaron är oberäknelig. Hur mycket man än försöker så styr man inte sitt liv. Vi är, utan att vara särskilt medvetna om det, ständigt beroende av andras omsorger.

I Sonjas godhet frågar sig Owe Wikström vart medkänslan, omsorgen och samtalen om de goda handlingarna tagit vägen. Har osjälviskhet blivit omodernt? Vad sker i ett samhälle där individualism och upplevelsehets står i centrum? Är det omodernt att föra samtal om individens personliga ansvar för andra än sig själv? Förstärks självcentreringen av populärpsykologins tro-på-dig-själv-budskap och en upplevelseorienterad andlighet?

Utgående från en dramatisk personlig upplevelse diskuterar författaren hur det är att vara föremål för andras omsorg, utelämnad i den svages position. När tillvaron är som bräckligast minns han Sonja – den goda kvinnan i Dostojevskijs roman Brott och straff. Hon blir en sinnebild för det goda i människan. Samtidigt ger hon oss en föreställning om en typ av förebild som tidigare sågs som självklar. Att det är en litterär gestalt som på detta sätt väcker tankar om ömhetens betydelse leder över till en diskussion om böckers existentiella betydelse och deras roll som motkrafter. Frågor om ansvar och godhet diskuteras utifrån flera författarskap, främst Fjodor Dostojevskij men även Torgny Lindgren och J. M. Coetzee.

"- Det är en skimrande illusion att tro att 'ensam är stark'. När det kommer till kritan är man beroende av andra.

'I kondenserad form', skriver Owe Wikström i sin bok, 'visar varje sjukdom förödande tydligt hur svag människan innerst inne är. Den pekar på hur beroende hon är av and­ras omsorg, att få släppa kontrollen och förlita sig på att andra accepterar, förlåter och orkar ta över.'

Genom sjukdomen fick han alltså upp ögonen för 'det medmänskliga beroendet och en osjälvisk livsstil.' Han ville skriva om detta, och om det i förhållande till den egoism och självbespegling han tycker breder ut sig i samhället."

“The present time shower us with catchwords:

‘You can become successful,’ ‘You have to realize yourself!’, ‘You have only one life, allow yourself magnificent experiences!’ ‘Think positively!’ [I don't think he wants to moralize though, but he sees backs of this way of behaving, being Does it have to be either/or always? Either you care about yourself OR others? You can't care about both yourself AND others? At the same time?].

But innermost we all know that existence is incalculable. How much one even try one doesn’t steer ones life. We are, without being especially aware of it, constantly dependent on others care [but of course we each of us have responsibility for ourselves, but alone isn’t strong in the end]."

In his book ‘Sonjas’ goodness’ the Swedish religion psychologist Owe Wikström asks himself where empathy, care and the talk about the good actions have disappeared. Has unselfishness become outmoded, unmodern? What happens in society where the individualism and experience-excitement [or experience-bustle] stands in the centre? Is it outdated talking about the individual’s responsibility for other people more than her/himself (or for both her/himself AND others, my addition)? Is the self-centeredness strengthened by popular psychologies believe-in-yourself-message and an experience-oriented spirituality?

It is a shimmering illusion to believe that "alone is strong". In the end we are dependent on others. If not earlier so when we get sick, and old etc. Wikström means that in condensed form, as he says, each illness shows devastatingly sharp how weak man is at heart. It points at how dependent she is on others care, to let control go and trust that others accepts, forgives and have the strength to take over.

And that the one he/she is dependent upon doesn't misuse or exploit the dependency, sickness... How important trust is... Are all worth our trust?

Meeting a trustworthy… Genuinely trustworthy. And then dare to trust (not be so damaged so you can't then and when you need to rely on others!?).

Through the illness he suddenly got his eyes opened for "the fellow human dependency and an unselfish life-style." He wanted to write about this and about it in relation to the egoism and “self-mirroring” he thinks is spreading in society.

Yes, there are forms of this self-centeredness that are less "good"? Or how one shall express it?

See what Bosch wrote about sharing at a too early age…

See what Anna Luise Kirkengen writes about the vulnerable human being and the philosopher Avishai Margalit.

Made sick by silence/gjord sjuk av tystnad...:

Kirkengen writes in the chapter "Conclusions and implications" at pages 390 and forward in her book "Inscribed bodies...":

"...biomedicine is ignorant as to how life is inscribed into human lived bodies, and how lived bodies are inscribed in the social politics of silencing.

Violated humans are made sick by the silence and are sacrificed to the silence about overwhelmingly male sexual violence, which societies still resist becoming knowledgeable of and reflect upon. Both psychiatric and somatic medicine takes part in the silencing, 'the sickness', the sacrifice and thus, the violence. [this is hard words, but true I think! Even psychiatry contributes to silencing I think, all too often, even fairly often or even very often?]. In outlining the implications of these finding, I shall argue that not only sexual violation or any other violation of personal integrity, has potentially pathogenic impact, but also any structural humiliation of human integrity."

Kirkengen refers to the Hebrew University philosopher Avishai Margalit, and writes for instance, about what he says and means:

"He finds it more fruitful to construct a negative argument, based on the fact that human beings share the morally relevant characteristic of being 'something which can be humiliated'. This negative argumentation, he states, far surpasses in usefulness all of the positive ones /.../

According to Margalit, human beings no longer have Truth, God, Wisdom, Language, or the Law of Nature or History in common. Paradoxically, however, they do all share the ability to be humiliated.

A decent society is reflected, according to Margalit, in the way its institutions meet the most vulnerable of its members - or its non-members. Any measures which marginalize people stigmatize them. And a stigma is the public sign of deviation from the norm, be it the norm of honor, mores, gender, race, faith or function.

Regarding the concepts of honor, self-respect and self-esteem, Margalit writes: 'A humiliating society is one whose institutions cause people to compromise their integrity,' and, 'a decent society is one whose institutions do not violate the dignity of the people in its orbit.

My study provides evidence that structural humiliation of human dignity occurs within medicine [and in psychiatry and therapy too, because what clients have to come with too often becomes belittled and diminished, and analyzed and intellectualized and put a label or diagnose on, instead of being solved/dissolved. Kirkengen writes more about the power of narrative, and if these narratives are met with distrust, what this can lead to instead. I will write a separate blog post about that. And this occurs both in somatic medicine and psychiatry I think].

Whenever people deviate from the norm of biomedicine they become marginalized /.../ ...if their symptoms do not respond to presumably appropriate measures; if their health does not improve as fast as expected; and finally, whenever they return with the same presenting problem despite that, according to standard medical practice, it ought to have been solved.

These scenarios all lead to medical marginalization, regardless of their origin. It is known, however, that social stigma and shameful, silenced experiences cause health problems but, at the same time cannot be communicated frankly and explicitly /.../ In other words: socio-culturally originating suffering and bad health are not only misunderstood in medical contexts; they will also most probably be aggravated by being responded to with 'more of the same', so to speak /.../

Consequently there is a path from silenced humiliation in private to legitimized humiliation in public. There is a link between the private experience of being made to feel worthless [originating in childhood] - through domestic abuse [physical, sexual and emotional abuse and violation], subordination, exploitation, neglect or deprivation [in grown ups too, who reeanct what they endured during childhood; if their self-esteem was damaged they won't be able to protect themselves adequately and maybe also behaves self-destructively, if they don't act it out on others in destructive behaviors], and the public doom of being unworthy to receive help - through correct medical and legal objectification."

Also see what the ACE-study has found about adverse childhood experiences and their impact on health (so these experiences doesn't only or even always cause psychic problems, but can result in what we usually mean are somatic troubles, and in many cases they result in both, even among those we deem as "socially respected"; the ACE-study is performed on middle-class Americans, who can afford health insurances, thus aren't the ones in the absolute bottom of the society!!).

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Den norska läkaren Anna-Luise Kirkengen skriver i kapitlet "Conclusions and implications" på sidorna 390 och framåt i sin bok "Inscribed bodies..." (min amatöröversättnng):

”… biomedicin ignorerar hur liv skrivs in i mänskliga levda kroppar och hur levda kroppar är inskrivna av den sociala policyns nedtystande.

Kränkta människor har blivit gjorda sjuka av tystnaden/tigandet och är offrade till tystnaden/tigandet om överväldigande manligt sexuellt våld, vilket samhället fortfarande motstår att bli medvetet om [dvs. kort och gott vill man inte veta om det] och reflekterande över. Både psykiatri och somatisk medicin deltar i detta (ned)tystande, ’sjukdomen’, offrandet och sålunda våldet. Genom att skissera innebörderna av dessa fynd, ska jag argumentera inte bara över vad sexuellt våld eller varför vilken annan kränkning av personlig integritet har potentiellt skadande effekter, utan också varför varje strukturellt förödmjukande av mänsklig integritet har det [Kirkengen skriver om reviktimisering av människor i somatisk medicin och psykiatri, dvs. klienter som blir kränkta igen och på samma sätt som de en gång blev, vilket lett till deras sjuklighet. Bara för att man inte vill veta om de grundläggande och underliggande orsakerna, inte frågar efter dem, inte ’vågar’ (??) fråga efter dem].”

Kirkengen refererar till den hebreiska filosofen Avisha Margalit:

Han finner det mer fruktbart att konstruera ett negativt argument, baserat på fakta att mänskliga varelser delar den moraliskt relevanta karaktäristiken att vara ’någonting som kan bli förödmjukat’. Denna negativa argumentation menar han vida överträffar alla de positiva i användbarhet /…/

Enligt Margalit så har mänskliga varelser inte längre sanning, Gud, visdom, språk eller naturens och historiens lagar gemensamt. Paradoxalt dock, delar de alla förmågan att bli förödmjukade.

Ett anständigt samhälle reflekteras, enligt Margalit, i sättet dess institutioner möter de mest sårbara av dess medlemmar - eller dess ickemedlemmar... Alla åtgärder som marginaliserar människor stigmatiserar dem. Och ett stigma är det offentliga tecknet på avvikande från normen gällande heder, ?, kön, ras, tro eller funktion.

Avseende konceptet heder, självrespekt och självförtroende, skriver Margalit: ’Ett förödmjukande samhälle är ett samhälle vars institutioner får människor att kompromissa med sin integritet, ett anständigt samhälle är ett vars institutioner inte kränker värdigheten hos människor som befinner sig i dess omlopp.’

Min studie förser oss med bevis att strukturell förödmjukelse av mänsklig integritet uppträder i medicin [och i psykiatri och terapi också]. När än människor avviker från normen i biomedicinen blir de marginaliserade /…/

…om deras symtom inte svarar på de åtgärder som antas vara ändamålsenliga; om deras hälsa inte förbättras så fort som förväntats; och slutligen när de än återvänder och presenterar samma problem trots att de borde ha lösts enligt det som är medicinsk standard praxis.

Dessa scenarier leder alla till medicinsk marginalisering, oberoende av dess ursprung. Det är dock känt att socialt stigma och skamfyllda, tystade erfarenheter/upplevelser orsakar hälsoproblem men, på samma gång, inte kan kommuniceras frankt och uttryckligen /…/ Med andra ord: lidande som har sociokulturellt ursprung och dålig hälsa är inte bara missförstått i medicinska sammanhang; de kommer också högst sannolikt att bli förvärrade genom att man möter dessa med ’mer av samma’ så att säga /…/

Följaktligen finns det en väg från tysta förödmjukande i det privata till legitimerad förödmjukelse i det offentliga. Det finns en länk mellan den privata upplevelsen att ha fåtts att känna sig värdelös [vars yttersta ursprung finns tidigt troligen] – genom familjevåld [fysiskt, sexuellt, emotionellt], underordnande, utnyttjande, negligering eller deprivation och den offentliga domen att inte vara värd att erhålla hjälp – genom korrekt medicinsk och legal [fullt laglig?] objektivisering.”

Se också vad ACE-studien säger om skadliga barndomserfarenheter och dess inverkan på framtida hälsa. Dvs. dylika erfarenheter leder inte bara till psykisk sjukdom eller problem utan kan leda till somatisk ohälsa. Och i värsta fallen av övergrepp och misshandel till kriminalitet av den värsta sorten (Pincus).

Se också tidigare blogginlägg om tystnadens mur.