The Ocean
Heights
Dogs
Horses
Machinery
Thunderstorms
The number 13
Opening umbrellas inside
Placing a man’s hat on a bed
Two nuns walking together down the street
The Ocean
Heights
Dogs
Horses
Machinery
Thunderstorms
The number 13
Opening umbrellas inside
Placing a man’s hat on a bed
Two nuns walking together down the street
Without going into too much back story:
Back during the Peggy Claude-Pierre/Montreux golden age, PCP went on Oprah, after the 20/20 doc, and brought along with her some of her most unusual patients, including a three-year-old boy. In her book, The Secret Language of Eating Disorders, she describes the three-year-old “Zev” like so:
“Three-year-old Zev always refers to the Negative Mind as ‘the man under his hair.’ That was his usual answer to his mother and me when we asked him why he would not eat. ‘The man won’t let me. He will be angry,’ he would explain.
‘Darling, you are safe now,’ I would assure him. ‘The man under your hair can’t hurt you anymore. I’m holding you very tightly.’
‘Yes, Peggy, you are holding me, but he is still hurting me.’
‘How can he hurt you, darling? See, you are in my arms.’
‘Peggy, he is angry that you are holding me, so he is playing drums loudly in my head so I can’t hear the nice things you are saying to me.’
When anorexia is in its acute stage, the Negative Mind allows the victim no pleasure. When I first met Zev, he was forbidden by it from accepting or opening presents. Everyone else deserved them, but not him. He would put his hands behind his back if anyone would extend something in his direction. His eyes became very dark, intense, and fearful.
If he agreed to eat anything, it could not be called ‘food,’ and it could not make him grow because he was not permitted to grow. Growing would mean an extension of life.
Once when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, this three-year-old answered very quietly and thoughtfully, ‘I am not going to grow up. I am going to be dead before these pants are too short.’ Incredulous, we assured him he would grow when he was supposed to. He started to cry and said, ‘No, I’m not. The man told me I wouldn’t be allowed to, and I”m scared of the man. He is always mean to me.’
This child never played with other children. He always stood aside and observed. His development, however, was extraordinary. He would memorize pages of the telephone book for amusement. He loved sports and could act out an entire baseball game, playing each position in turn as the ball went around the ‘field.’ He had spent a year and a half undergoing medical testing (before we had been contacted) which failed to turn up any organic reason to explain his refusal to eat.”
So Zev went on Oprah and spoke in his tiny toddler voice, but the clip of that episode (the 2nd one Oprah did devoted to PCP, which aired on January 17, 1996) is entirely absent from the Internet. My theory: the don told the soldiers to get rid of it post-scandal. In Barbara McClintock’s book about the case against Montreux, Anorexia’s Fallen Angel, there was (I believe––book not on hand at the moment) discussion of Zev’s perhaps having anorexia (as distinct from anorexia nervosa) and/or an attachment disorder and/or a disorder on the autistic spectrum. (Autistic children are also notoriously picky eaters.) In any case, take it from me (and the other medical doctors who examined him along the way): very little reason to believe Zev had clinical anorexia nervosa.
From the court ruling, which you can read online, one learns that Zev’s real name is David Bruce, which I think I remember from the show. The fact that the clinic took in Bruce, but was only licensed to treat adults except when given explicit permission, was one of the major reasons the Health Authority ordered it closed. David was born on October 8, 1992 in New York City. This would make him 21, almost 22 now. His mother’s name is Meg. Both pretty common names, which I’ve had no luck Googling. David, or Meg, if you’re out there, please find me. I’m begging you. I need to know.
Has anyone done this yet? I’m willing to bet yes, but if not, who wants a co-authorship?
“Joyce moved out of the house in March 1904 and rented a room close to the Dublin docks. He declined the university’s offer to teach French (he suspected it was the priests’ way of controlling him) and cast about for other options. He wanted to start a newspaper called The Goblin with one of his friends––all they needed was 2,000 pounds. Joyce and Gogarty talked excitedly about compiling an anthology of poetry and witticisms gathered from public toilets. Joyce thought of turning himself into a joint-stock company and selling shares. He imagined that the prices woudl go up for his lucky investors as soon as his publications began to change Western civilization, and his lucky 1904 investors could get him at a bargain.”
~The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce’s Ulysses by Kevin Birmingham
Book of Revelations:
When when they shall have finished their testimony, the beast that ascendeth out of the bottomless pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome them, and kill them.
And their dead bodies shall lie in the street of the great city, which spiritually is called Sodom and Egypt, where also our Lord was crucified.
And they of the people and kindreds and tongues and nations shall see their dead bodies three days and an half, and shall not suffer their dead bodies to be put in graves.
And they that dwell upon the earth shall rejoice over them, and make merry, and shall send gifts one to another; because these two prophets tormented them that dwelt on earth.
And after three days and an half the Spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them.
And they heard a great voice from heaven saying unto them, Come up hither. And they ascended up to heaven in a cloud; and their enemies beheld them.
And the same hour was there a great earthquake, and the tenth part of the city fell, and in the earthquake were slain of men seven thousand: and the remnant were affrighted and gave glory to the God of heaven.
The second woe is past; and, behold, the third woe cometh quickly.
VERSUS
Anne Sexton:
“The Risk
When a daughter tries suicide
and the chimney falls down like a drunk
and the dog chews her tail off
and the kitchen blows up its shiny kettle
and the vacuum cleaner swallows its bag
and the toilet washes itself in tears
and the bathroom scales weigh in the ghost
of the grandmother and the windows,
those sky pieces, ride out like boats
and the grass rolls down the driveway
and the mother lies down on her marriage bed
and eats up her heart like two eggs.
Email from ID to AL: my friend and I are going to explore an abandoned psych ward this weekend, and last night I had a VERY elaborate dream that I went and that you came with me. We got kicked out of the children’s ward when they realized we weren’t actually visiting patients. It was awesome.
Response from AL to ID: ummm that would have been my JAM in high school. my friend charlie was a security guard at mclean and we used to drive around the abandoned buildings at night when he was on duty and scare the shit out of ourselves. so fun.
Response from ID to AL: WHAT THAT IS SO AMAZING WHY HAVE YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT STORY BEFORE

When you find the Wikipedia page for “yubitsume” and start hysterically laughing.
*Number may be incorrect
I recently pubbed a little piece about my time at Shakespeare & Co., and the e-mag used this picture (I don’t know where it came from) to illustrate it. It made me homesick all over again!
I contributed to my most favorite website EVER! (And yes, if you follow the link, you will see my real name.)
Here’s what I wrote:
Hello,