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FROM MOVEON It has been a week since Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast, leveled New Orleans and left hundreds of thousands of Americans homeless. We saw the best of America during that time--millions of people stepped forward to offer help. Meanwhile, the Bush administration failed at their most important job: keeping America safe. The federal effort was too little, too late and it is now becoming obvious that hundreds or even thousands of people died as a result. 5:37:20 PM |
![]() NIGHTMARE: THE MOTHER TONGUE... This time not even the pretense of a mob-violence movie. Not even a plot. Just unmitigated homicidal rage. I was screaming, vomiting invective and hate, bludgeoning the object of my wrath again and again, the destroyer of my life. Even as I understood it meant the end of me. My rage became a creature apart, untouchable by rational thought. I broke down, broke up, woke up frothing at the mouth with anger. A malfunctioning liver often manifests in inexplicable rage. But maybe rage causes the liver to malfunction in the first place. somatization (so-ma-ti-za-shun) Stekel's term for a type of bodily disorder arising from a deep-seated neurotic cause. It is as if the organs of the body were translating into physiopathological language the mental states of the individual. The term somatization is identical with the phenomena [sic] Freud calls "conversion." Stekel refers to it also in terms of "organ-speech of the mind," meaning the organic expression of mental processes. Such physical expressions are also encountered in dreams, and when they occur, the oneiric phenomena [sic] or process is known as "functional dream." ... It seems that in somatization there are "certain areas of prediliction" for the organic expression of psychic conflicts. [Hinsie & Campbell, Psychiatric Dictionary, 3d ed. (NY: Oxford University Press, 1960).] Of course, this was written long before science learned that vast parts of our thinking brain actually inhabit our organs. What was the bludgeon? A translucent golden tempered-glass object, a tall rectangular vase or receptacle, thick mottled sides. It was heavy. A large chunk had broken off one side. I grasped it by the broken edges and lifted it high. Cold nights. There's no getting warm. Up again at 5 today. Just to escape my dreams. 12:11:16 PM |
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Read this October 2004 piece from National Geographic:
As the whirling maelstrom approached the coast, more than a million people evacuated to higher ground. Some 200,000 remained, however--the car-less, the homeless, the aged and infirm, and those die-hard New Orleanians who look for any excuse to throw a party. Look at the Times-Picayune editorial called "An Open Letter to the President," which starts by calling FEMA Director Michael Brown a liar and by calling for every FEMA executive to be fired: In a nationally televised interview Thursday night, [Brown] said his agency hadn't known until that day that thousands of storm victims were stranded at the Ernest N. Morial Convention Center. He gave another nationally televised interview the next morning and said, "We've provided food to the people at the Convention Center so that they've gotten at least one, if not two meals, every single day." 6:00:22 AM |











