Article Dead But Dreaming

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Dec 19, 2004
?The most merciful thing in the world?? H.P. Lovecraft writes in his horror story The Call of Cthulhu, ?is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.?  To be sure, if all our memories and perceptions registered in the mind equally, we should be like the unfortunate Funes of the Borges tale?completely overwhelmed by the sum of our experiences, unable to act.  Yet, as Freud realized, we pay a price for this compartmentalization.  The conflicts, urges, and passions that we sacrifice in the interest of present concern do not merely vanish.  Like Cthulhu, they lie beneath the depths; in the apt phrase of The Fields of the Nephilim, ?dead but dreaming?.  They call to us when our emotional stars are aligned, waiting for the time of their release.
Those stars are aligned when we experience ?triggers?: situations sufficiently similar to initial traumas and...
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Dec 12, 2003
Must be 30 years ago I remember picking up a 'course' in a second hand bookshop entitled if memory still serves me... 'Auto Self Suggestion' essence it was pretty much along the lines suggested in the article ..relaxation techniques couple with imagery be frank it didn't help me pick up more women ..but the relaxation technique I learned back then I still use today when faced with a 'stressful' situation and that has proved it's worth many times over Kipling wrote ....

"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs
and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise:
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by naves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distant run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!"
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Nov 19, 2001
Moving on

Chump - Kipling, takes me back to many years ago when book reading at school and home was popular. In later years the bedtime reading to my children relating to the exploits of "Ratty" and "Mole."
The rooting through old book shop shelves etc. Enough - I am showing my age :!:
(Apologies for digressing - overtaken by a tear of nostalgia for a distant childhood) :D

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it

-- Omar Khayyam


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Dec 12, 2003
Yeats had the last say...but he really should have added 'traders' to the list..

WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, "A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.'

And thereupon
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There's many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, "To be born woman is to know --
Although they do not talk of it at school --
That we must labour to be beautiful.'
I said, "It's certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.'
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

Mr. Charts

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Sep 18, 2001
Nice to see some quality poetry here.
As for the article, I thought it ok for the audience it's aimed at. The problem is exactly that. Some find it great and others of little use. Perhaps that's a reflection of both experience and expectation.
I would never slate anyone's efforts.
It is very US orientated, of course, so I gave it a hanging chad.


Well-known member
Nov 19, 2001
Times past

Mr. Charts said:
Did the title, "Dead but Dreaming" trigger the poetry, gentlemen?
Which reminds me, "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?"
Great film, with wonderfully lyrical words at the end.
Youthful nostalgia for the written word methinks ;)

Especially so after marking so many essays lacking the literary flair and command of English of yore :cry:

Maybe the next intake will uncover a budding essayist :D


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Aug 24, 2003
AFAIC, Steenbarger's dead on. Anyone who works with beginners and not-so-beginners for very long will be impressed at how the same reasons for bravado and fear of loss and failure of discipline and so forth keep cropping up: trying to prove to (one's father, a teacher, a counselor, a wife, an ex-wife, a bully of one sort or another, etc) that one isn't such a loser after all, can too stick to a plan, can too fight rather than flee, and so on. In other words, the fear of being, for example, stopped out has little to do with losing the money, but with, for example, proving to oneself that one's father (or whoever) was right after all and that one is in fact an undeniable loser.

While his efforts to relate his client's experiences to the markets can sometimes be a stretch, Steenbarger's book is excellent, and I recommend it highly.