Mad Farmer Sascha
Mad Farmer Sascha #74
Pirate Dreams and Dark Blue Stories
Mad Farmer Sascha #73
NOTHING LIKE PAIN
“When you’re looking at pain-- you’re looking at truth
Nothing like pain to make us all the same…” The Gits
Excerpt from an email I wrote to this 18 year old just out of the psych ward, diagnosed bipolar like me, who wrote after reading a piece I had in the San Francisco Bay Guardian last week (You can check out the piece if you have web access at: http://www.sfbg.com/lit/sept02/bipolar.html):
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Mad Farmer Sascha #71 - Madness and Manic Depression
Madness and Manic Depression - Carving out a Life
“My mind is like a switchboard - with crossed and tangled lines.
I don’t know what’s going on - it’s the operators job not mine.”
-Poly Styrene X-Ray Spex 1977
Mad Farmer Sascha #69 - United Communities
United Communities -- Crossing the Borders
Mad Farmer Sascha #70 - Her Wings Flew Too Close To The Sun
HER WINGS FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN
This is so fucked up. I've been shaking and crying -- slipping between waves of numb shock and deep sadness. I can't believe Sera jumped off a fucking bridge. I can't believe she left all of us so soon.
Mad Farmer Sascha #68 - Guardians of Diversity
The Guardians of Diversity
Mad Farmer Sascha #67
DREAMS ARE FREE
Sometimes I wake from my dreams with the fragments dancing around my head like a loonytoon halo, my mind dangling somewhere on the tightrope border between awake and asleep - just enough time to grasp a few sliver images and scribble them into sentences like code and know I can return later to find the beginning seeds of a story or some jumbled surreal parable about the inner workings of my life.
Mad Farmer Sascha #66 - The Trick
I’m trying to sing you a song but I don’t know the words -- I’m fumbling and humming my way through it and hoping you’ll understand
the trick
Mad Farmer Sascha #65 - Taproots
Back on the road
Taproots
