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Creative minds: the links between mental illness and creativity

the Independent
Roger Dobson
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At first glance, Einstein, Salvador Dali, Tony Hancock, and Beach Boy Brian Wilson would seem to have little in common. Their areas of physics, modern art, comedy, and rock music, are light years apart. So what, if anything, could possibly link minds that gave the world the theory of relativity, great surreal art, iconic comedy, and songs about surfing?

According to new research, psychosis could be the answer. Creative minds in all kinds of areas, from science to poetry, and mathematics to humour, may have traits associated with psychosis. Such traits may allow the unusual and sometimes bizarre thought processes associated with mental illness to fuel creativity. The theory is based on the idea that there is no clear dividing line between the healthy and the mentally ill. Rather, there is a continuum, with some people having psychotic traits without having the debilitating symptoms.

Mental illnesses have been around for thousands of years. Evolutionary theory suggests that in order for them to be still here, there must be some kind of survival advantage to them. If they were wholly bad, it's argued, natural selection would have seen them off long ago. In some cases the advantage is clear. Anxiety, for example, can be a mental illness with severe symptoms and consequences, but it is also a trait that at a non-clinical level has survival advantages. In healthy proportions, it keeps us alert and on our toes when threats are sensed.

It's now increasingly being argued that there are survival advantages to others forms of illness, too, because of the links between the traits associated with them and creativity. "It can be difficult for people to reconcile mental illness with the idea that traits may not be disabling. While people accept that there are health benefits to anxiety, they are more wary of schizophrenia and manic depression," says Professor Gordon Claridge, emeritus professor of abnormal psychology at Oxford University, who has edited a special edition of the journal Personality and Individual Differences, looking at the links between mental illness and creativity. "There is now a feeling that these traits have survived because they have some adaptive value. To be mildly manic depressive or mildly schizophrenic brings a flexibility of thought, an openness, and risk-taking behaviour, which does have some adaptive value in creativity. The price paid for having those traits is that some will have mental illness."

Research is providing support for the idea that creative people are more likely to have traits associated with mental illness. One study found that the incidence of mood disorders, suicide and institutionalisation to be 20 times higher among major British and Irish poets in the 200 years up to 1800. Other studies have shown that psychiatric patients perform better in tests of abstract thinking. Another study, based on 291 eminent and creative men in different fields, found that 69 per cent had a mental disorder of some kind. Scientists were the least affected, while artists and writers had increased diagnoses of psychosis.

"Most theorists agree that it is not the full-blown illness itself, but the milder forms of psychosis that are at the root of the association between creativity and madness," says Emilie Glazer, experimental psychologist and author of one of the Oxford journal papers. "The underlying traits linked with mild psychopathology enhance creative ability. In severe form, they are debilitating."

Research is also showing that traits associated with different mental illnesses have different effects on creativity. The creativity needed to develop the theory of relativity, is, for example, very different from that required for producing surreal paintings, or poetry.

Research is now homing in on whether the psychosis that is linked to different types of creativity comes through schizophrenia and schizotypy traits, through manic-depressive or cyclothymic traits, or traits associated with the autism and Asperger's disorders. A study at the University of Newcastle found significant differences between artistically creative people and mathematicians. While the artists showed schizotypy traits, mathematicians did not, and that fits in with the idea that mathematics and engineering, which require attention to detail, are closer to the autistic traits than to psychosis.

"Affective disorder perpetuates creativity limited to the normal," says Glazer, "while the schizoid person is predisposed to a sense of detachment from the world, free from social boundaries and able to consider alternative frameworks, producing creativity within the revolutionary sphere. Newton and Einstein's schizotypal orientation, for instance, enabled their revolutionary stamp in the sciences."

The stereotypical images of mad scientists working alone and preferring foaming beakers to friends, abound in literature, and reflect a popular perception of the aloof, detached and obsessive genius. But the idea goes back even further. 2000 years ago in Rome, the philosopher Seneca was obviously already on the case when he wrote: "There is no great genius without a tincture of madness."

It's no joke: Comedians and depression

Heard the one about the man who went to the doctor to get help for his depression? He's told to go and see a show with a well known comedian who would make him laugh and lift his spirits. "But that's me," says the patient. "I'm the comedian."

The joke, related by Rod Martin, author of 'The Psychology of Humor – An Integrative Approach', is apparently something of a favourite among comedians, who are known to be prone to depression, from the late Tony Hancock and Spike Milligan, to Stephen Fry and Paul Merton.

One theory is that humour is developed in response to depression, and that it works as a coping mechanism. One study, reported by Martin, looked at 55 male and 14 female comedians, all famous and successful. It found that comedians tended to be superior in intelligence, angry, suspicious, and depressed.

In addition, their early lives were characterised by suffering, isolation, and feelings of deprivation, and, he says, they used humour as a defence against anxiety, converting their feelings of suppressed rage from physical to verbal aggression. "The comedic skills required for a successful career may well be developed as a means of compensating for earlier psychological losses and difficulties," says Martin. A second study did not find higher levels, although comedians had significantly greater preoccupation with themes of good and evil, unworthiness, self-deprecation, and duty and responsibility.

"A significant proportion of comedians do seem to suffer more with depression," says Professor Gordon Claridge, emeritus professor of abnormal psychology at Oxford University. "Comedy seems to act as a way of dealing with depression. I think there is an emotionality and cognitive style that goes along with these depressive disorders which seems to feed creativity."

Salvador Dali was not just a great artist. He also met the criteria for several psychosis diagnoses, a mixture of schizophrenic and depressive. He may also have been paranoid, as well having antisocial, histrionic, and narcissistic disorders. "Dalí and his contribution to the history of art highlights that abnormality is not necessarily disagreeable – or to be so readily dismissed as a sign of neurological disease. For without his instability, Dalí may not have created the great art that he did," says Caroline Murphy of Oxford.





"freak accident." flying metal object, origin unknown, slices through windshield and kills 54 year-old simcoe man on impact. july 9, 2009 on the QEW a little after 1pm. they describe him as hardworking, kind, a grandfather, and his father still alive to lose him. the son before the father, the father and husband gone so suddenly, senselessly. truly senseless crime without a criminal. we remember that everything and anything can - and will - change in an instant. never to be the same again. and never to be forgotten. au revoir, friend.

a house on fire in the 1970s, a teenaged boy perhaps quiet, definitely shy, runs inside risking his life and rescues a 5 year old girl trapped and frightened and carries her to safety. years later, a grown woman now, she finds him and thanks him for saving her life that day. the odds are at odds. the math's all wrong.

her family's catholic. his, diabetic. she's so intensely allergic to wool she breaks out in hives when she wears it in a kilt to their wedding despite tights cut-off underneath. somewhere a small pup is sad and lonely, barely 6 months old, desperate for his mummy to come home. i want to go and find him. i should have brought him home with me.

at 12:01:00 AM on July 11, 2009


a girl called home

via giasco bertolli some of this is not so safe for work btw



photographer unknown famous celebrated photographer via the sourceless overflowing internet

you should watch this in full screen:

Les 5 siamoises from Hugo Arcier.



diablo cody and megan fox and eating boys in Jennifer's Body...





and then the inevitable happened. circles circles circles circles. unending stupid circles finished and closed before they're begun. so many belongings to retrieve realizing again that no one ever belongs to anyone no matter what naive promises are made and believed and even when you pull yourself open as far as you can and it hurts realizing you'll never close the same way, you'll never retract to what you were before you followed in faith and gave yourself beyond your own limits and protests, violating your own safety just to make room for you just to say see come here you can live inside me and you come home one day feeling bloated and stuffed and too full of them and you open the door and are shocked that they're not even inside anymore. that they left in the dark while you lay sleeping, distracted, fighting nightmares all night you were deserted and sick with horror the skin snaps back closing up sealing off for the last time but inside now empty it's still not the same there's a hole they left for you a giant gaping inside and you remember how there was a time when you were a fully complete person, a body intact, connected tissues and muscles and thoughts before you forced yourself open to accommodate them, exceeding your limits to protect them, to hide them away from the outside and with deep sadness you promise not to do it again how it's impractical and dangerous and boring and leaves you limp and bloated and defined by loss and lost, open discarded like a torn empty balloon that once was and still you know against all knowing in a crazy fit of delusional faith you'll say come here, come to me, i'll keep you safe, come live inside of me, i want you to live in me, i'll carry you with me and you can have all of me everything you want, i know you won't leave me empty and wounded, open and discarded, it's different with you, i know you so well, like you were already here, like you were always supposed to be here inside me like we were born together but somehow lost each other, got separated along the way and then the cliche cycle repeats and you know you'll still do it again and you'll even point it out to yourself and write it down indulging yourself and this ordinary woe while a more than a million hearts do the same in the same seconds of the same days but that won't stop you from tearing yourself open even wider this time to take all of them inside again where they belong where they have no business to be and you'll spill your boring, infinitely common, trauma heart stretchmarks on somewhere like blogger like a million others because you don't care to hide the obvious anymore and tomorrow will wake up and start the process over again, picking up shards, bleeding out the pain, and find hot model fuckable girls bodies so similar, long legs intertwined and you'll keep your heart closed as tightly as you can while you wonder why your breasts are so huge, engorged, water retention, nipples such tender pain to the touch and after so many months without a period you pray it's not milk, that you'll not find out your full with somebody else and tomorrow i'll buy myself another few dozen pregnancy tests.

at 2:29:00 AM on July 10, 2009


discover discovery and help people



hear this! today through July 7, most awesome indie supergroup, Discovery (Rostam Batmanglij of Vampire Weekend and Wes Miles of Ra Ra Riot), has pre-released their new album, entitled "LP", for only $8 a week before it hits the stores. more importantly, 2 of those 8 little dollars will go to Oxfam America to do all kinds of good things any even remotely intelligent human being would want his or her 2 bucks to help do. otherwise, wait until june 14th to buy it at regular price through the usual chain retailers or itunes and do shit all to help your fellow human being while happily doling out even more money to gazillionaire corporate greed giants and feel like shit about yourself because you should you heartless, pathetic, ignorant, selfish, uncharitable, insensitive, irresponsible, unsympathetic, thoughtless, self-indulgent, ignorant, miserable, apolitical dumbass fucking idiot of an asshole.




by choosing to not take advantage of this cheapo exclusive early release you're actually doing harm to people. how much easier does it have to get for your rich ass to help someone in need? don't tell me you think you're not rich, because you are. if you're able to read this you have access to all kinds of shit you take for granted and even if you're down to your last 10 bucks you're not REALLY down to your last ten bucks you ignorant moron.

YAY DISCOVERY!!! as the boys say, "We are thrilled to have Oxfam as part of this release. Oxfam's focus on broad advocacy and local relief for the impoverished is inspiring and we hope our support brings more awareness about their projects and goals." fuck yeah!




photos from 10 whole long years ago by a mister smith long NOT of the band Discovery...












life is short. and gets shorter and shorter till it's all gone. cease the day. i meant seize. woops. hee. whoopsee. whoopsy? seize it before it ceases! goodmorning goodnight i am asleep and awake and it's almost 11am and time for bed, finally.

at 10:44:00 AM on July 2, 2009


for eager eye and willing ear



yummy stills from alice in wonderland


fucking birds already. feed the stomach, watch the sunrise, go to bed. but first, this:



g'night

at 7:24:00 AM on June 28, 2009







RIP MJ so sad. heard the news in the cab. had just given 12 fat vials of blood after fasting. woozy and disoriented i watched the city roll by. separated by a dirty window and a pharmaceutically-induced blurry mind. each unexpected bump a new agony. all those lucky people on bicycles with such opportunity to do anything, go anywhere, and on and on as my usual post-doctor visit case of poor me's goes and then suddenly we three (me, cd, and mister cabdriver) heard something in the burbled background chatter of the radio and immediately, all minds now three, we rushed to request but already had turned up the sound and then looked at each other in shock and disbelief (he watching us and we watching him and no one watching the road while hurtling forward through space and time unprotected) and said did you hear that too? i was hit by how hit by it i was. incredible. unthinkable. and sad. what came next was nothing short of a global outpouring of grief and celebration. media everywhere of every kind expressing every detail, every thought. people sobbing and dancing in the streets. from city to city, the same response. global. the "real" news overcame by celebrity shock and speculation. and then bizarre response the world over. liza manelli, brando's son, al sharpton, usher in tears on larry king. the news keeps coming and it's sad and lonely and misunderstood. they keep saying prescription meds this and that, but what about the agony of living with Lupus and how it typically kills you in your 40s and 50s? i know far too much about that disease and pray i'll never have it. i have two similar autoimmune diseases - "autoimmune" illnesses are caused by a dysfunctional immune system that attacks your body's healthy tissues, bone, brain, whatever... where/what it attacks is what classifies what disease when really it's more fitting to think of the actual diseases as symptoms of this disordered state. one which leaves you at high risk to acquire others which is why many autoimmune disorder sufferers struggle with more than one disease. among other painful and difficult symptoms, Lupus attacks your organs resulting in their eventual failure - usually the heart or lungs cease functioning causing death. none of the media seems to mention that MJ had both Lupus and also Vertiglio (an autoimmune disorder that attacks the skin, whitening it in patches and probably the cause of his dramatic skin colour change over time). i hope there's freedom in death. i hope there's peace. i hope the weariness of a lonely life leaves and one's left with the innocence and delight of a child who doesn't yet know anything of hurt or fear or pain. i hope there's some experience of peacefulness, of some kind of powerful understanding of a universal uniting love, some reassuring sense of recompense after everything's finally said and done. i hope.

As He Came Into The Window It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo He Came Into Her Apartment He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet She Ran Underneath The Table He Could See She Was Unable So She Ran Into The Bedroom She Was Struck Down, It Was Her Doom

Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK Are You OK, Annie Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK Are You OK, Annie Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You OK? Are You OK, Annie? Annie Are You OK? So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie?

Annie Are You OK? Will You Tell Us That You're OK? There's A Sign In The Window That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie! He Came Into Your Apartment He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet Then You Ran Into The Bedroom You Were Struck Down It Was Your Doom

So They Came Into The Outway It Was Sunday - What A Black Day Mouth To Mouth Resus - Citation Sounding Heartbeats - Intimidations

at 6:50:00 PM on June 27, 2009






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