Jacob Cornelisz. van Oostsanen,  (possibly by)

Laughing Fool

ca. 1500
Oil on panel

misswonderlandxo:

angelicpretty:

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amalgamm:

Case displaying objects removed from the stomach of a patient at Glore Psychiatric Hospital (now Glore Psychiatric Museum) in St. Joseph, Missouri.  A compulsive swallower, the patient had another 640-odd objects in his stomach when he died in surgery.

A Girl Mad As Birds by Rima Staines

Watercolour 2010

Print available here

Inspired by …

Love in the Asylum by Dylan Thomas

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

“Dearest,

I feel certain that I am going mad again: I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shant recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight it any longer, I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.”

Virginia Woolf’s last letter to Leonard

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Self Portrait by Egon Schiele

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lovelybluepony:

pinpricks:

Love in the Asylum by Dylan Thomas

♥

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runawayrose:

Kalamazoo, Mich insane asylum 1870’s.

rusalkav:

sealmaiden:

Odilon Redon (Bordeaux 1840–1916 Paris)
The Fool (Intuition)