Manic-Depressive Artists & Writers' Journal (original) (raw)

| NB | | | | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 01:24am 07/11/2008 | | | | | This is one of the performances of our movement (The author: Dmitry Kremnev. Participants: Dmitry Kremnev and Artyom Suslov) | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| Manifesto "Dyudrok" (The new psycho-reality) | | | | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 05:53pm 03/11/2008 | | | | | (New Experimental Art)1. In connection with the so-called global crisis art movement "POP-REVOLUTION"(with the partial assistance of ART-REVOLUTION) and the artist Artyom Suslovas well as several other free artists decided to create and implement the concept of promotion of new art "Dyudrok."The essence of this art is to re-establish the own way of avant-garde and surrealism.Dyudrok included any avant-garde and modern art with blurred boundaries of genres and unlimited fantasy of the author. At the moment, the world economic system as well as world political system infringe on the majority of rights, freedoms, opportunities and even hopes of man. In this regard, decreasing the creative capacity of most people because it decreases the level and scope of vision as well as the hope of translating its into reality. At the time of the current crisis, a simple man forgets about high ideals, he dreams at a low level. Dyudrok must to protect people from objective reality.We believe - the objective reality that is at this level of crisis can and should move to second place. We have the right to push it into second place if we give to the man a new reality, which will carry the title of "objective". what is now "objective" will take second place, or just disappear for a man.Accordingly, we believe that everyone, regardless of his religious beliefs, his status in the society, and regardless of the sanctions, which in future could be taken against the "Dyudrok" has the right to go to the new reality at any time, partially or completely .2. In our view, any human rights organization and any commission or authority that to deal with human rights have the obligation to protect the right of every adult in the transition, partial or complete, in a different reality.3. If the man who entirely gone in a different reality according with the laws of this reality can no longer be capable - this is his personal decision as the new reality does not contradict the existing laws and not causing harm to anyone. Neither does the campaign leading cause harm.No one is obliged to support the individual's life in old reality when he left a letter of advice (note) with the signatures of witnesses.4. The departure of a reality, as well as assistance in this, not an injury to humans, because the only thing involved in this process - the human imagination. But imagination does not belong to the bodi, as well as the experiments of the imagination is not harmful for the rights of mental functions.Accordingly, there is no room for any regulations on the intentional infliction of harm or death to humans. Also note that imagination is fully subject to his master.5. Relatives and friends of man who passed away in a different reality have the right to challenge the decision through the courts or through the human rights organizations and and demand to returnhim to the reality in which they are located. In doing so, c. 5 is partly contrary to the core - 1 item, and further debate on this soil can be resolved only in the mutual agreement of the parties. 6. As Dyudrok is not limited with anything and depends only on the human imagination, it does not conflict with any law and religious customs.7. For the same reason (not limited and opportunity giving own properties) Dyudrok and concept its development and its veneration is not any organization or religion nor the political movement. Because Dyudrok do not have its own symbols and beliefs.The author of the Manifesto is Artyom Suslov. Art - Movement "POP-REVOLUTION" | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| The Man who fell to Earth... | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 08:33am 19/02/2008 | | | | | This is a song I've been working on. Well, lyrics... not finished at all.Need to complete first verse (beginning is 2nd)In this endless Human seaCorruption crept on meAnd making not a soundSo little there that used to beWhat good is purityWhen it's so quickly drowned?(bridge supposed to go here)CHORUSDeath and rebirthI am the man who fell to EarthI came to save the UniverseTo do it on my ownWhat was it worth?I am the man who fell to EarthI lost the plot, fell in the dirtI'm never going homeBehold the modern fairytaleHope is a shadowThe hero's going to fail...The crooked cross, the final nailThe symbol's nothingFor they've never found the grail...It;s slow, about the same speed as 'For I am the Way'. | | | | | | Read 1 - Post | | | | | |

| I guess an introduction is in order. | | | | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 03:52pm 18/02/2008 | | | | | I'm never entirely sure how to begin these... nevertheless...I found my way here whilst searching for communities on Van Gogh. What I have seen so far intrigues me greatly, and I feel that I'd have no regret joining. I know insufficient to say whether I am manic-depressive or bipolar, and something inside says I am not, however, I do know that I suffer depression, and that I am possessed of Asperger's Syndrome, though not to a visible degree. I have moments of charged, unstoppable light and colour, though these inevitably give way to stagnant mires. I will feel grey, and that in itself frightens me, every time.I am an artist and a poet, though not a great one, and a musician, though I know less than I should. I hope this will change soon, but I can't do it where I am. Familiarity breeds contempt, and Coventry is too familiar now. When you see destinations but no paths, you can't help but go a little mad.I hope I am welcome on this community. | | | | | | Read 2 - Post | | | | | |

| A fountain of fire... | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 11:19am 12/11/2006 | | | | | Write I must with heart and head,Another shares my soul,No, I cannot prove it,And sometimes He takes control,Asked what is the mixture,I honestly don't know,Divide the head from neck,A myth from that did grow,While driving in a car,Which is which you think,Guiding really are,Between the two a link,Riding on a horse,The two of you a team,A special symbiosis,Plant fed by sunlights' beam,Seen have you the wind?,Or only what it blows,Plant we all a seed,See a flower grows,If the crops are good,If the house is warm,If your kindred kind,Accept you please abnorm... | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 07:52am 08/11/2006 | | | | | To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember'd.-Hamlet 3-1. Shakespeare. | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| "Suicide is selfish." Is cancer selfish? | | | | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ | | | 01:28pm 01/10/2006 | | | | | I saw a few days ago that someone had made an entry exclaiming that "suicide is selfish." Today I went through the group trying to find that post but was unable to. Perhaps it was deleted. Any way, the assumption that "suicide is selfish" is based entirely on ignorance. While there are many different causes for suicide (accidental -such as a drug overdose - or from pediatric depression - such as sadness from your girlfriend breaking up with you) the main cause addressed in this group is because of bipolar/manic depressive disorder. Manic depression is just as biological a disease as cancer. Unfortunately one of the symptoms is suicidal tendencies. But for a manic depressive patient, this symptom is as uncontrollable as the effects of cancer. When a manic depressive patient ends his or her own life it should be seen in the same sense as a cancer patient whose disease overcame them. When someone starts to feel suicidal tendencies it's extremely important that he or she seek attention from a medical center, teacher, counselor, close friend - anyone that might be able to help - just as if you were to discover a cancerous lump.When you hear a friend say that he or she is feeling suicidal, it's extremely important to address the situation seriously, no matter how questionable. Many lives have been unfortunately ended under the assumption that "Oh, she's just trying to get attention. Selfish bitch." | | | | | | Read 2 - Post | | | | | |

| Please criticize, Be as harsh as you want.. | | | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 09:17pm 05/02/2006 | | | | | HeyIm submitting a poem in a hurried fashion in the hope of receiving some mega-fast feedback. I was going to use this poem for a writing portfolio for one of my university applciations but Im not so sure. Constructive criticism would be very much appreciated. It is a simple poem because I don't believe in simply using multi-syllabic words solely for the purpose of creating an 'impressive' piece if language. This poem is pretty much about an old man who waits for death.Last LeavesOne frail man sits alone in a dim-lit parkAdmiring the scenic view of old age,Behind a flick’ring street lamp the world is dark,He closes his newspaper and scans the last page.Winter has crept up and enveloped the place,A pale sheet of frost shrouds what once was green,The weathered erosion reflects on his faceAnd the old man still smiles, knowing what has been.The creaks of the wooden bench now seem loud,The air seems colder as the light-bulb fails,The moon disappears behind a night cloud,The man sits at ease as nature prevails. | | | | | | Post | | | | | |

| | | | | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | | 12:42pm 08/10/2005 | | | | | I wrote this a few days ago...“The Ocean is Dead”The last drop of poetry has bled from my porcelian veinsWithout you the ocean is dyingTrapped in a somber dreamFragrance of burning candles in a cathedralRotten lotus scentUndertow pulling it all awayShattered sea of green glassWatery haunted graveA frost creeping over the sleeping wavesI stand at the shoreThe sand is so dry, and I’m crumbling withinThe waters loosing their lusterShrinkingThe virgin ocean is decayingI love you to the lastGazing upon your seducing skinTake me in to your house of nighttime and heal the seaSalvation for the oceanbornWeeping by the low-tideMourning my love for youWhy won’t you have me?The ocean is withering, along with my soulCarry me to my tombSeaweed covered deathbedAn underwater charnel house stained with woeFar below the black bloodless wavesTears caked upon my faceDrowning in the moonlightUnkind love wounded me so deepAnd now the ocean is deadRomanticideFallen beauty, perished blossom funeralLet me sleep lovely, deeplyWant more? | | | | | | Post | | | | | |