This work seems more like a parody of madness… I don’t find it very poetic. As a parody, it works because I find the familiarity with certain lines and attitudes, the irreverence of the writing. Also, the words are neither beautiful nor profound… I gain nothing from a second reading. Instead, like any parody, the goal is to draw a caricature of madness that I can grasp from a first reading.

I am now speaking as someone who holds a government-issued insanity card. I am surprised by the target of the parody… it’s like making fun of the homeless or the poor, or any other minority such as blacks, Jews, or LGBTQ+ people… as if being crazy were predictable and pathetic… Admittedly, being crazy is a weakness. As a weakness, I don’t think it’s very different from the weakness of any other minority, because the main source of weakness comes from the judgment of others.

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