A Journey Through Adolescence: Open House Luncheon and Clinical Presentation at MITPP

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OPEN HOUSE LUNCHEON & CLINICAL PRESENTATION FOR THOSE CONSIDERING POSTGRADUATE TRAINING
Wednesday, December 2, 2015, 1:00 PM – 2:30 PM

A JOURNEY THROUGH ADOLESCENCE: STRUGGLE IN THE SEPARATION-INDIVIDUATION PROCESS Continue reading A Journey Through Adolescence: Open House Luncheon and Clinical Presentation at MITPP

Philosophy Thursday: Stanley Cavell

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Click Here to Read:  Stanley Cavell on Wikipedia.

Click Here to Read: Must We Mean What We Say? On Stanley Cavell by Charles Petersen in the on the n + 1 website.

Click Here to View:  Conversations with History with Stanley Cavell on YouTube.

Click Here to Read: Stanley Cavell’s Wittgenstein By James Conant in THE HARVARD REVIEW OF PHILOSOPHY vol.XIII no.1 2005. Continue reading Philosophy Thursday: Stanley Cavell

Writer’s Wednesday: Sinclair Lewis

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Click Here to Read:  Sinclair Lewis on Wikipedia.

Click Here to Read: Sinclair Lewis – Biographical on the Noble Prize website.

Click Here to Read: What a 1925 novel by Sinclair Lewis can teach us about health care today BY Dr. Howard Markel on the PBS website on February 7, 2015.

Click Here to Read: The Romance of Sinclair Lewis by Gore Vidal in The New York Review of Books in the October 8, 1992 Issue. Continue reading Writer’s Wednesday: Sinclair Lewis

“Blind”: Looking Inward

Strictly speaking, it would be virtually impossible to make a successful feature film in which the audience sees the world through the eyes of a blind person. However, the Norwegian director, Eskil Vogt, has accomplished something far better, creating a film, Blind, in which the audience sees the world through the mind of a blind woman.

In the process, he provides a special treat for psychoanalysts and those who are interested in the inner workings of the mind. In fact, the film uses blindness not simply as a tragic occurrence, but also much the way we use the analytic couch, as a vehicle to encourage the inner workings of the mind by reducing the “distraction” of immediate perception. Continue reading “Blind”: Looking Inward

Lyrical Tuesday From Jane Hall: Paris

JaneSHall_300x-186x300LimageLyrical Tuesday is dedicated to Paris. I have selected 5 of literally hundreds of songs inspired by Paris and Parisians. Some of them are written and performed by Americans, others by French artists. One instrumental for reflective moments, and others for their melodies and lyrics. All are filled with love, about love, and prove that music is the glue that holds us together. Paris will always be a place for lovers.

https://youtu.be/K764er7D20s April in Paris – Ella and Louis

https://youtu.be/UmALxQ9T4M0 Modern Jazz European Concert (includes Django, La Ronde, and Vendome)

https://youtu.be/LACZU05vmbk Under Paris Skies Yves Montand Sous le Ciel de Paris lyrics: Jean Drejac

https://youtu.be/0feNVUwQA8U La Vie en Rose Edith Piaf (voice and lyrics)

https://youtu.be/Sk7_HY9svAw Ne Me quitte pas – Jacques Brel (voice and lyrics)

Ne me quitte pas.
Il faut oublier,
Tout peut s’oublier,
Qui s’enfuit déjà.
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
À savoir comment.
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
À coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur.
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas.

Moi, je t’offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Où il ne pleut pas.
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu’après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D’or et de lumière.
Je ferai un domaine
Où l’amour sera roi,
Où l’amour sera loi,
Où tu seras reine.
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas.
Ne me quitte pas.

Je t’inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras.
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs cœurs s’embraser.
Je te raconterai
L’histoire de ce roi
Mort de n’avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer.
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas.

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l’ancien volcan
Qu’on croyait trop vieux.
Il est, paraît-il,
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu’un meilleur avril.
Et quand vient le soir,
Pour qu’un ciel flamboie,
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s’épousent-ils pas ?
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas.

Ne me quitte pas.
Je ne veux plus pleurer,
Je ne veux plus parler.
Je me cacherai là
À te regarder,
Danser et sourire
Et à t’écouter
Chanter et puis rire.
Laisse-moi devenir
L’ombre de ton ombre,
L’ombre de ta main,
L’ombre de ton chien.
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas,
Ne me quitte pas.

Don’t leave me
You have to forget
Everything can be forgotten
That is flying away already
Forget the time
The misunderstandings
And the time that was lost
Trying to understand how
These hours can be forgotten
Those that are killing sometimes
With whys that hurt like punches
The heart of happiness
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me

I will offer you
Pearls made of rain
Coming from countries
Where it never rains
I will work the earth
Until I die
To cover your body
With gold and light
I will create a kingdom for you
Where love will be the king
Where love will be the law
Where you will be the queen
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me

I will invent for you
Meaningless words
That you will understand
I will speak to you
Of these lovers
That we’ve seen twice
Their hearts embracing each other
I will tell you
The story of this king
Who died of not being able
To get to know you
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me

We have often seen
Fire flowing again
From an ancient vulcano
That we considered to be too old
It seems like
Burned earth
Produces more wheat
Than a warm month of april
And when the night comes
And the sky is on fire
The black and the red
Won’t go together
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me

Don’t leave me
I won’t cry anymore
I won’t speak anymore
I will hide right there
To see you
Dancing ad smiling
And to listen to you
Sing and then laugh
Let me become
The shadow of yor shadow
The shadowof you hand
The shadow of your dog
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me

Psychology Sunday: John Bowlby

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Click Here to Read: John Bowlby on Wikipedia.

Click Here to Read: Bowlby’s Attachment Theory by Saul McLeod on the Simply Psychology website published 2007.

Click Here to Read: The Origins of Attachment Theory: John Bowlby and Mary Ainsworth by Inge Bretherton in n Developmental Psychology (1992), 28, 759-775/

Click Here to Read: John Bowlby: The Father of Attachment Theory By Richard Brodie on the Child Development website. Continue reading Psychology Sunday: John Bowlby

France on Fire

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Click Here to Read:  France on Fire by Mark Lilla in the New York Review of Books in the March 5, 2015 Issue.

Orban/Pool/REA/Redux. French President François Hollande, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, President of the European Council and former Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk, Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas, Jordan’s Queen Rania and King Abdullah, and Italian Prime Minister Matteo Renzi marching to protest terrorism following the attacks on Charlie Hebdo, Paris, January 11, 2015