Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts

Friday, July 16, 2010

nature loads the GUN - nurture pulls the TRIGGER


How can it be that a person born and bred from generations of alcoholics, arrives in this life as a tiny baby with the appropriate genetic code clutched in its fist, and moves through a lifespan never showing signs of addiction?

Biology has a strong hand.

Society has a strong hand too.


So it's no longer Nature vs. Nurture.

There's no arguement.

It's a handshake- with two sometime compatriots loading and firing a gun on a battlefield of evolution.

"It's good to see you", or perhaps, "I told you to stay away from me- now give me the gun"

Turns out there is a folding point, a weak spot in the fabric.
A trauma or event or series of events - often in early adolescence -
trigger the addict marker in the DNA....


and the rest uncoils.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

the sudden light, the shock, the rising

Mr. Colin Evans levitates in the late 1930's in an English church.
Spectacular photographs- look at the faces and gestures of the people in the audience.

These photographs are often identified as infrared, but that was not a process available during this time.
The photo uses a flash, in darkeness.
The people are shocked by the light- the incident they have been waiting for-the physicality of suprise.

Where are you going? And who are your guides?

This is one of the most beautiful and provocative photographs I know.
Taken in France in perhaps the 1930's, a psychic is blindfolded and led to a crime scene.
The image is like a dream- the three portly men in suits, two holding hands, the leader and the one led, into a landscape of the dark and dreadful.





Tuesday, June 19, 2007

mima mounds


These are the Mima Mounds, a strange natural formation that has had many phenomenological explanations attributed to them. They exist in places all over the United States. What ever the reasons, I can tell you that when I drove down to see them for myself, I had no radio access in the area around the mounds. Couldn't tune in any stations. In life (called Real Life I suppose), we know what it's like when the radio frequencies don't tune in. Everyone else seems to be smiling and nodding to a broadcast that seems important, but we can't hear it.


Fronting
We fake it. And we do a very good job.