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Left brain Right brain

thenearsightedmonkey:

From a link suggested by the 4 of Hearts:
Henry Darger’s Dragon 
REALMS OF THE  						UNREAL 
 By
Stephen Prokopoff
Henry Darger was one of  						those people hardly anyone notices, who, seemingly, move  						through life as shadows.  Born in 1892, possibly in  						Brazil or in Germany by his various accounts and perhaps  						bearing the surname, Dargarius, young Henry lived with  						his father- “a tailor and a kind and easygoing man” in  						Chicago until 1900.  In that year the elder and crippled  						Darger had to be taken to live in a Catholic Mission and  						his son was placed in a Catholic boys’ home.  Darger Sr.  						died in 1905 and his son was institutionalized as  						feeble-minded, apparently on the basis of a doctor’s  						diagnosis that “Little Henry’s heart is not in the right  						place.”  A series of escapes ended successfully in  						1908.  The 16-year-old Darger found menial employment in  						a Catholic hospital and in this fashion continued to  						support himself for the following 50 years.  His life  						took on a pattern that seems to have varied little: he  						attended Mass daily, frequently returning for as many as  						five services; he collected and saved a bewildering  						array of trash from the streets.  His dress was shabby;  						he was a solitary.  In 1930 he settled into a  						second-floor room on Chicago’s north side.  It was in  						this room, more than 40 years later, after his death in  						1973, that Darger’s extraordinary secret life was  						discovered.
            Amid a thick  						accumulation of debris- including hundreds of  						Pepto-Bismol bottles, nearly a thousand balls of string,  						old newspapers, magazines and comic books, religious  						kitsch and much more- his landlord, the photographer  						Nathan Lerner, found a creative life’s work: an enormous  						literary and pictorial production.  The key element was  						a picaresque tale in 12 massive volumes composed of some  						19,000 pages of legal-sized paper filled with  						single-spaced typing entitled The Story of the Vivian  						Girls, in what is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of  						the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child  						Slave Rebellion.  The origins of this epic appear to  						be in 1909.  It took more than eleven years to write it  						in longhand; in 1912 Darger began the task of typing the  						still incomplete manuscript.
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thenearsightedmonkey:

From a link suggested by the 4 of Hearts:

Henry Darger’s Dragon 

REALMS OF THE UNREAL

 By

Stephen Prokopoff

Henry Darger was one of those people hardly anyone notices, who, seemingly, move through life as shadows.  Born in 1892, possibly in Brazil or in Germany by his various accounts and perhaps bearing the surname, Dargarius, young Henry lived with his father- “a tailor and a kind and easygoing man” in Chicago until 1900.  In that year the elder and crippled Darger had to be taken to live in a Catholic Mission and his son was placed in a Catholic boys’ home.  Darger Sr. died in 1905 and his son was institutionalized as feeble-minded, apparently on the basis of a doctor’s diagnosis that “Little Henry’s heart is not in the right place.”  A series of escapes ended successfully in 1908.  The 16-year-old Darger found menial employment in a Catholic hospital and in this fashion continued to support himself for the following 50 years.  His life took on a pattern that seems to have varied little: he attended Mass daily, frequently returning for as many as five services; he collected and saved a bewildering array of trash from the streets.  His dress was shabby; he was a solitary.  In 1930 he settled into a second-floor room on Chicago’s north side.  It was in this room, more than 40 years later, after his death in 1973, that Darger’s extraordinary secret life was discovered.

            Amid a thick accumulation of debris- including hundreds of Pepto-Bismol bottles, nearly a thousand balls of string, old newspapers, magazines and comic books, religious kitsch and much more- his landlord, the photographer Nathan Lerner, found a creative life’s work: an enormous literary and pictorial production.  The key element was a picaresque tale in 12 massive volumes composed of some 19,000 pages of legal-sized paper filled with single-spaced typing entitled The Story of the Vivian Girls, in what is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion.  The origins of this epic appear to be in 1909.  It took more than eleven years to write it in longhand; in 1912 Darger began the task of typing the still incomplete manuscript.

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This is my Wonky Spiral.  Went to a Lynda Barry “Writing the Unthinkable” workshop today and we all made spirals during the class.  I rather like this but don’t think I want to know what is says about my brain.

This is my Wonky Spiral.  Went to a Lynda Barry “Writing the Unthinkable” workshop today and we all made spirals during the class.  I rather like this but don’t think I want to know what is says about my brain.

The real deal: Lynda Barry

The real deal: Lynda Barry

Love this photo of Sally and Sam  from my last vacation

Love this photo of Sally and Sam  from my last vacation