Sunday, 21 January 2024

Viktor Frankl: Man's Search for Meaning (1946)

"The way that led from the acute mental tension of the last days in [Frankl's concentration] camp (from that war of nerves to mental peace) was certainly not free from obstacles. It would be an error to think that a liberated prisoner was not in need of spiritual care any more. We have to consider that a man who has been under such enormous mental pressure for such a long time is naturally in some danger after his liberation, especially since the pressure was released quite suddenly. This danger (in the sense of psychological hygiene) is the psychological counterpart of the bends. Just as the physical health of the caisson worker would be endangered if he left his diver's chamber suddenly (where he is under enormous atmospheric pressure), so the man who has suddenly been liberated from mental pressure can suffer damage to his moral and spiritual health. 

During this psychological phase one observed that people with natures of a more primitive kind could not escape the influences of the brutality which had surrounded them in camp life. Now, being free, they thought they could use their freedom "licentiously and ruthlessly. The only thing that had changed for them was that they were now the oppressors instead of the oppressed. They became instigators, not objects, of wilful force and injustice. They justified their behaviour by their own terrible experiences. This was often revealed in apparently insignificant events. A friend was walking across a field with me toward the camp when suddenly we came to a field of green crops. Automatically, I avoided it. but he drew his arm through mine and dragged me through it. I stammered something about not treading down the young crops. He became annoyed, gave me an angry look and shouted, "You don't say! And hasn't enough been taken from us? My wife and child have been gassed - not to mention everything else - and you would forbid me to tread on a few stalks of oats!" 

Only slowly could these men be guided back to the commonplace truth that no one has the right to do wrong, not even if wrong has been done to them. We had to strive to lead them back to this truth, or the consequences would have been much worse than the loss of a few thousand stalks of oats. I can still see the prisoner who rolled up his shirt sleeves, thrust his right hand under my nose and shouted, "May this hand be cut off if I don't stain it with blood on the day when I get home!" "

Frankl, Viktor, 1946. Man’s Search for Meaning. Washington Square Press.
Below: Various images of devastation in Gaza.





Sunday, 14 January 2024

Winter on your Doorstep

I'm sure its not just me. There must be a certain type of domestic nature photographer, or "nature under your own nose" type, who, seeing an eerie sunset, or odd weather phenomenon, rushes out and captures the scene immediately outside of their house, pretty much dressed in a pair of boxer shorts or like Arthur Dent, in a dressing gown, and beggar the attitude of the neighbours. I enclose my own Winter on your Doorstep masterpieces from the 2023 winter period, and hope you can appreciate that in winter, such artistic sacrifice is often accompanied by a diminution of testicular circumference. 










Monday, 1 January 2024

Bohemian Budgie's 10th Birthday !

Shitting crikey!

I can't believe 10 years have passed since I started this whacky project; a leap in the dark without any undies on; a mere mouse dropping on the floor of social media. And yet, who would have thought, like an irradiated cockroach I would out-survive Twitter. It is the earnest desire of The Bohemian Budgie to outlast all forms of corporate capitalism and become an indelible beacon of light which radiates out to the universe like a pulsar until aliens send an anarcho-syndicalist rescue party, and arrive in giant disco ball spacecraft, dressed in crushed pink velvet jackets , zebra skin wide brimmed hats, orange floral shirts with 12" collars and giraffe patterned leather pants. I fervently believe this will happen, and the planet will be saved due to the humble ponderings of this blog.