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once upon a time i was incarcerated in a nuthouse2
for my own good because i was totally psychotic and paranoid3
and i had recently set the curtains on fire in the living room. now it transpired that i wasnt very happy in the nuthouse with all the nutters as even there i didnt fit in cos they werent the same as me. not as nutty as me and yet far more nuttier in some ways. for example one of them hit another one and i dont do violence and then another one got out of hosp and slashed a mans throat who she thought had raped her and i dont do razor blades either.whilst others would sit around all day and hardly move and watch the telly and i dont do telly and not moving much. others would pig out and get fat and i dont do pig either.4
so anyway what i do do is moan and carry on. so i decided to have a march and a protest so i walked backwards and forwards while the others sang ten green bottles and two joined me in marching and one of them was crying which gave a lot of emotion to the whole drama carryings on. shortly after we stopped a nurse was taken to hospital possibly suffering from nervous exhaustion himself.so at least there was that night that i wasn't too bored. but just to make sure i wasnt too bored on other nights i then had an affair with a paranoid schizophrenic addicted to gambling and being practically comatose from all the drugs they give him in order for him to function normally which they seemed to think was being three quarters asleep. luckily i didnt get pregnant as i dread to think what a cross between a manic depresive and a paranoid schizophrenic would produce. probably a future world leader.5
once upon a time i was incarcerated in a nuthouse2
for my own good because i was totally psychotic and paranoid3
and i had recently set the curtains on fire in the living room. now it transpired that i wasnt very happy in the nuthouse with all the nutters as even there i didnt fit in cos they werent the same as me. not as nutty as me and yet far more nuttier in some ways. for example one of them hit another one and i dont do violence and then another one got out of hosp and slashed a mans throat who she thought had raped her and i dont do razor blades either.whilst others would sit around all day and hardly move and watch the telly and i dont do telly and not moving much. others would pig out and get fat and i dont do pig either.4
so anyway what i do do is moan and carry on. so i decided to have a march and a protest so i walked backwards and forwards while the others sang ten green bottles and two joined me in marching and one of them was crying which gave a lot of emotion to the whole drama carryings on. shortly after we stopped a nurse was taken to hospital possibly suffering from nervous exhaustion himself.so at least there was that night that i wasn't too bored. but just to make sure i wasnt too bored on other nights i then had an affair with a paranoid schizophrenic addicted to gambling and being practically comatose from all the drugs they give him in order for him to function normally which they seemed to think was being three quarters asleep. luckily i didnt get pregnant as i dread to think what a cross between a manic depresive and a paranoid schizophrenic would produce. probably a future world leader.5
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very good
im not going to write a freaking essay on how good this was. but it was pretty awsome. definately worth reading. ill suggest it to a couple of my friends on here so they can read it. theyll comment too -
Cool, a love story--with characters who are ever bit as normal as those protrayed in typical romances. There needs to be a sequel--like, how'd you get out--or a prequel--how'd you get in. Better yet, how about a story about a penguin that thinks he's John Cleese. No wait, a story about John Cleese stuck in a nuthouse with a Penguin who thinks he's John Cleese. No wait...
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Excellent piece. Loads better than telly. You must come round to tea sometime.
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oh my...I can all too relate and ahhhh, if based on truth so good you can find the humor and still keep the humanness, wow...this, oh...
and that er, world leader line, Oh my...maybe you could write my book that I should write far better than I can...
Plinky, you, here, capture, yes, humour, but I think, also, a helluva lot more, you know?
oh, you are something, your author page and this and your comments I'd found you through at the windy's, and your poem and your so so very special comments to me...
see, you just seem to 'get it', and you still can make me smile and laugh, as well...you are wondrous, and...Okay, guess this piece brought out some rambling, but oh boy, you put so much through to me, you know, as I said above, human/humour and just..
You are so, so Unique, I love that and sooo
(((plinky!!!)))
me
michele
mich
mi
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I commented on this before.......but i just happened to wander back over it, and it is still very funny the second time. Probably b/c even though i am going to assume it is true, it is told with such objectivity and set up like a good joke or story would be. So great job. At least in my book. Which really isn't that large anyway. But a nice book, nonetheless.
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Johnny O'Keefe was diagnosed as both a manic depressive and a paranoid schizophrenic and spent some time in a mental hospital.
He had a drug problem, suffered a serious car accident, had an over-indulgent mother, a long-suffering wife and a father who hoped in vain that his loud, rebellious son would eventually settle down and join him in the family furniture business.
But none of these salient facts really makes the musical Shout!
The energy and driving force of the show comes from the music itself, the exuberant young dancers who fill the stage with fabulous and fun dancing, singers who re-create the wonderful sounds of the '50s and '60s, and "Wild One" David Campbell's raw-voiced passion for rock 'n' roll.
Johnny O'Keefe set the Australian music scene on fire. His "crash or crash through" mentality paved the way for the local music industry to step out on to the world stage.
But if Shout! succeeds in bringing to life the excitement and potency of his music, it unfortunately fails to breathe life into the drama that got him there.
With each short, poorly-scripted scene the energy of the show drops, despite solid performances by matriarch Trisha Noble, Doug Scroope as the father, Steve McTiernan as the cool, pill-popping producer and Tamsin Carroll as the ambitious, strong-minded wife.
The set, barn-like Sydney Stadium with corrugated iron walls that must have had stories to tell, was well used by the full 30-plus cast of dancers, singers (the Delltones), band (the Dee-Jays) and JO'K (Campbell), but was a cavernous and soulless back-drop for the handful of people central to JO'K's story.
In Shout! the highs-and-lows drama between the on-stage performance of a rebellious, wild singer and the back-stage theatrics of an obsessive self-promoter are lost, despite the efforts of the cast.
Tamsin Carroll had the only really dramatic moment of the evening with her beautiful and heartfelt rendition of Patsy Cline's Crazy, which she sings at the poignant moment when she realises her husband will never be a family man.
David Campbell is a powerhouse performer who pours all his energy into the music.
As a piece of theatre Shout! does little for one of Australia's icons of the music industry, but his music remains a sensation of sound, light and energy.
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I love this. Original and somehow, very, very fresh.
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Nice write, such a wonderful story, true or not, told in a very you fashion. The reader is just drawn through the story like an arrow to a bow and then let loose to soar over the scene and marvel at the nutters and you trying to fit in amongst them. Glad you got to get a piece while there....they probably already gave that schizo a vasectomy b/c sterilization is the cure these days. So i guess what i'm trying to say is, if you get the chance, you should go back and enjoy yourself again with him. Thanks for writing this tale, very enjoyable and i've ranted long enough.
Peace,
Lo
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oh oh oh..this made me feel soooooooooo warm and cozy because once i had an affair with a world leader - well not really a WORLD leader but the mayor of my hometown. i was working for him as his "calendar keeper." he eventually got bagged for insurance scams and did 5 years in the slammer - i didn't sleep with him when was in the slammer so i never had jail sex or nutthouse sex but leader sex. it wasn't very good actually to be honest - so obviously one does not need to be sexually astute to be a world leader only a nuts. and yes i definitely meant both breasts..they are a matched set and don't go anywhere without each other thank goodness because i like balance due to the fact that i'm a libra. i didn't know lute twtiches..that is my line....and that poem lute wrote about you...i'm still getting over it.did that happen at the nut house? was lute the paranoid one? oh thank you for writing this it made my night as usualy you do..love cvillelisakins..xxoo
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well i am pretty evil
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Oh! And once a upon a time would make this a very fairy tale; I don't think so.
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Sounds pretty Normal to me. But then, I have these fixations. and I do twitch a bit. Still, all that can be gotten on a Friday night down at Foxes in Chambersburg.
Oh, and Cvillisa mentioned breasts in a poem, not her newest one of course, but the one just before. I am not sure, but I think she meant both of them. -
"and now for something completely different"
plaigarise much? hehe
not that i care, i support it
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ah man, I was getting really into this and it ended. What next, what next?
I loved the various "madness" descriptions, and you saying "I don't do...." Brilliant and funny. -
another wonderful instalment! you write honestly, but whereas most people would bore usto tears with their musings you keep us all hooked....c'mon, keep it up and we'll have that novel!
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You are the future. What a bizarre piece of writing. You do writing. Nice scenes, makes the reader want to go during visiting hours, maybe on my lunch break... good work.
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Ach! The trials of being mad and locked away. Was the food any good?
This is a lovely look back at another page of life -- and even there, you found a partner to play with -- life continues to exert itself even in despair.
And now you're here with us. No bars on the windows, but I think the collective is as mad as any wayward home for the insane as you could find. I'm simply mad about you.
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just ignore the spacing the editor will not obey...plus i edited it and it wont put up the capital letters and punctuation. its in a huff with me and on strike.
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Two very large thumbs up.
Well it is nice to chat with you again my dear...So, how are the kids? Okay, They are doing all right in school then? Did you see that episode of idiotic, dumbed-down, pandering to the lowest common denominator rerun of a pathetic uninspired sit com last night. Tee heee. Wasnt it just SOOOO funny?
What are you going to wear to the ceremony tomorrow? Oh, that may not be appropriate. You are so wild.
ANother beauty plink. You never cease to inspire and humble me. If I could applaud 50x then I would, if i have the points ireally dont know. But i cant, so here's your measly one little fucking clappy. -
I think you are right about the future world leader!
Bless you Plinx!
sj
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