Knots

This was a highly original work. From my perspective, it seemed to be insights on the basis of human nature. Now, what I picked up on was that each statement tells a story of human nature, compassion, understanding, breakdown, and truth. In each nugget of wisdom, Laing imparted on me what it means to be human-- to be male and female and both and none and either/or. This book is more complex and nuanced than it may appear and it is important to read through the lines, to think about each preposition, sentence, and statement. They are not superfluous, rather they touch on the entity that is the human experience, as Jack and Jill serve as metaphors in a relationship that details the rise and fall of conscious and subconscious desires that show more Laing brings to life through his work.

4.25 stars- definitely a good read. show less

Purchased long ago, primarily because of the Gentle Giant song of the same name. Certainly some intriguing logical paths to follow as you try to untangle Laing's knots.

Another find thanks to my wonderful parents. What I love most about these never-ending prose, is how right they truly are.

This is so true.
This is awesome. So much suffering, and without having to be in the hospital because you're afraid that you're Hitler.
I like him.
I like him, because he suffers the paradox of wanting to be good and happy, even though that's bad and wrong.
Before this time, they hadn't even started, to trip through the maze.
The more you try, the more that everything sucks.
Your racing thoughts are your Hell.
But you are not your mind.

But this is so true, because the doors get knotted up everywhere you go, but it's so *funny* since it's real, and real has to be good, even though....
.... Each thing that you can do, makes everything else worse.

(10/10)

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> Babelio : https://www.babelio.com/livres/Laing-Noeuds/423329
> Psycha Analyse : Ronald David Laing

> Meyer Philippe. RONALD D. LAING : NOEUDS (Stock). — Des textes courts, ramassés, et pourtant longs, puisque parfois quatre lignes peuvent se répéter à l’infini, ou se torturer, ou s’intervertir, ou se lire en rond, en large ou en travers.
Un « anti-psychiatre » anglais nous fait ainsi part de son chemin ou de celui de « ses malades » à l’intérieur de la psychose. Choc destructeur des illusions que j’entretiens sur toi, que tu entretiens sur moi. Messages à double sens, qui travestissent la capture en don, la demande en offre, la possession en amour. Signes de notre difficulté à reconnaître l’autre, à nous en show more séparer.
Terreur de la solitude qui n’est que dérive, et panique du regard de l’autre, qui est pourtant rivage et ponton. Lucidité, vertu faible mais si corrosive.
« Les fables de l’inconscient » dit la bande publicitaire du livre. Sans doute. L’époque est au dévoilement de tout, et Laing court tout de suite à ce qui se passe en dernier ressort, et seulement là. Il réussit, et il fallait que quelqu’un le fasse.
Simplement, en recommandant la lecture et le rangement de son livre dans un endroit d’où il ressorte de temps à autre, je veux aussi souhaiter que le lecteur se souvienne qu’on trouve la même chose, autrement plus charnue, dans Alexandre Dumas, Michel Zévaco, Charles Dickens et Eugène Sue.
—Revue Esprit, Nouvelle série, No. 409 (12) (Décembre 1971), pp. 1046-1047 show less