

A Melancholy Feeling
A melancholy feeling comes
when love has gone
An empty silence
at the end of useless words
I hardly knew you long enough
to comprehend goodbye
Since our inexplicable goodbye
was never even said
Long before your face
intruded into my consciousness
I had supposed that love was
just a timeworn memory
Bittersweet, transient, ephemeral,
a dream of foolish fancy
But then, the whimsy of my
youth returned anew
And startled me awake
with passion's wild imaginings
For a moment I forgot that
what we think of one another
Versus what we really are
--sadly--tends to be unequal
And so that elusive phantom,
love, again has slipped away
And disappeared into the
mistiness of the past
And I am left here one more time
without a clue
To explain how love appears
so magically, then fades
Bewildered, I can't pretend
to be tragically bereft
Since there never was a vow declared,
or promise made
Nothing ventured, nothing gained--
and almost nothing lost
Yet... that melancholy feeling
comes when love has gone
And I cannot help wondering
about what might have been
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On Being In The Blues
I can enjoy feeling
melancholy & there's a good deal of satisfaction about being thoroughly miserable; but nobody likes a fit of the blues. Nevertheless, everybody has them; notwithstanding which, nobody can tell why. There's
no accounting for them. You're just as likely to have one on the day after you have come into a large fortune as on the day
after you have left your new silk umbrella in the train.
Its effect upon
you is somewhat similar to what would probably be produced by a combined attack of toothache, indigestion & cold in the
head. You become stupid, restless & irritable; rude to strangers & dangerous toward your friends; clumsy, maudlin & quarrelsome; a nuisance to yourself & everybody
about you.
While it is on
you can do nothing & think of nothing, though feeling at the time bound to do something. You can't sit still so put on your hat & go for a walk;
but before you get to the corner of the street you wish you hadn't come out & you turn back. You open a book & try
to read, but you find Shakespeare trite & commonplace, Dickens is dull & prosy, Thackeray a bore & Carlyle too
sentimental.

You throw the
book aside & call the author names. Then you "shoo" the cat out of the room & kick the door to after her. You think you'll write your letters, but after sticking at "Dearest Auntie: I find I have 5 minutes to spare & so hasten to write
to you," for a quarter of an hour, w/out being able to think of another sentence, you tumble the paper into the desk, fling the wet pen down upon the table-cloth & start up w/the
resolution of going to see the Thompsons.
While pulling
on your gloves, however, it occurs to you that the Thompsons are idiots; that they never have supper & that you'll be
expected to jump the baby. You curse the Thompsons & decide not to go.
By this time you feel completely crushed. You bury your face in your hands & think you would like to die & go to heaven. You picture to yourself your own sick-bed, w/all your friends & relations standing
round you weeping. You bless them all, especially the young & pretty ones. They'll value you when you're gone, so you say to yourself & learn too late what they have lost & you bitterly contrast their presumed regard for you then w/their decided want of veneration now.
These reflections make you feel a little more cheerful, but only for a brief period; for the next moment you think what a fool you must be to imagine for an instant that anybody would be sorry at anything that might happen
to you. Who would care two straws (whatever precise amount of care two straws may represent) whether you are blown
up, or hung up, or married or drowned?

Nobody cares for you. You never have been properly appreciated, never met w/your due deserts in any one particular. You review the whole of your past life & it's painfully apparent
that you've been ill-used from your cradle.
Half an hour's
indulgence in these considerations works you up into a state of savage fury against everybody & everything, especially
yourself, whom anatomical reasons alone prevent your kicking. Bed-time at last comes, to save you from doing something rash
& you spring upstairs, throw off your clothes, leaving them strewn all over the room, blow out the candle & jump into
bed as if you had backed yourself for a heavy wager to do the whole thing against time.
There you toss
& tumble about for a couple of hours or so, varying the monotony by occasionally jerking the clothes off & getting
out & putting them on again. At length you drop into an uneasy & fitful slumber, have bad dreams & wake up late
the next morning.
At least, this
is all we poor single men can do under the circumstances. Married men bully their wives, grumble at the dinner & insist on the children's going to bed. All of which, creating, as it does, a good deal of disturbance
in the house, must be a great relief to the feelings of a man in the blues, rows being the only form of amusement in which he can take any interest.

The symptoms of
the infirmity are much the same in every case, but the affliction itself is variously termed. The poet says that "a feeling of sadness comes o'er him." 'Arry refers to the heavings of his wayward heart by confiding to Jimee that he has "got the blooming hump."
Your sister doesn't
know what is the matter w/her tonight. She feels out of sorts altogether & hopes nothing is going to happen. The every-day young man is "so awful glad to meet you, old fellow," for he does "feel so jolly
miserable this evening."
As for myself,
I generally say that "I have a strange, unsettled feeling tonight" & "think I'll go out."
By the way, it
never does come except in the evening. In the suntime, when the world is bounding forward full of life, we can't stay to sigh
& sulk. The roar of the working day drowns the voices of the elfin sprites that are ever singing their low-toned miserere
in our ears.
In the day we
are angry, disappointed, or indignant, but never "in the blues" & never melancholy.
When things go wrong at ten o'clock in the morning we - or rather you - swear & knock the furniture about; but if the
misfortune comes at ten P.M., we read poetry or sit in the dark & think what a hollow world this is.
But, as a rule,
it isn't trouble that makes us melancholy. The actuality is too stern a thing for sentiment.
We linger to weep over a picture, but from the original we should quickly turn our eyes away. There's no pathos in real misery: no luxury in real grief. We don't toy w/sharp swords nor hug a gnawing fox to our breast for choice.

When a man or
woman loves to brood over a sorrow & takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them. However they may have suffered from it at first, the recollection has become
by then a pleasure.
Many dear old
ladies who daily look at tiny shoes lying in lavender-scented drawers & weep as they think of the tiny feet whose toddling march is done & sweet-faced young ones who place each night beneath their pillow some
lock that once curled on a boyish head that the salt waves have kissed to death, will call me a nasty cynical brute &
say I'm talking nonsense; but I believe, nevertheless, that if they'll ask themselves truthfully whether they find it unpleasant to dwell thus on their sorrow, they will be compelled to answer
"No."
Tears are as sweet
as laughter to some natures. The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly & the Englishwoman goes a step further & takes her pleasures in sadness itself.
I'm not sneering.
I wouldn't for a moment sneer at anything that helps to keep hearts tender in this hard old world. We men are cold & common-sensed enough for all; we would not have women the same. No, no, ladies
dear, be always sentimental & soft-hearted, as you are - be the soothing butter to our coarse dry bread.

Besides, sentiment
is to women what fun is to us. They don't care for our humor, surely it would be unfair to deny them their grief. And who shall say that their mode of enjoyment isn't as sensible as ours?
Why assume that
a doubled-up body, a contorted, purple face & a gaping mouth emitting a series of ear-splitting shrieks point to a state
of more intelligent happiness than a pensive face reposing upon a little white hand & a pair of gentle tear-dimmed eyes looking back thru Time's dark avenue upon a fading past?
I'm glad when
I see Regret walked w/as a friend - glad because I know the saltness has been washed from out the tears & that the sting must
have been plucked from the beautiful face of Sorrow ere we dare press her pale lips to ours. Time
has laid his healing hand upon the wound when we can look back upon the pain we once fainted under & no bitterness or despair rises in our hearts.
The burden is
no longer heavy when we have for our past troubles only the same sweet mingling of pleasure & pity that we feel when old knight-hearted Colonel Newcome answers "adsum" to the great roll-call, or when Tom & Maggie
Tulliver, clasping hands thru the mists that have divided them, go down, locked in each other's arms, beneath the swollen
waters of the Floss.
Talking of poor
Tom & Maggie Tulliver brings to my mind a saying of George Eliot's in connection with this subject of melancholy. She speaks somewhere of the "sadness of a summer's evening." How wonderfully true - like everything that came from that wonderful pen - the observation is!

Who has not felt
the sorrowful enchantment of those lingering sunsets? The world belongs to Melancholy then, a thoughtful deep-eyed maiden who loves not the glare of day. It's not till "light thickens & the crow wings to the rocky wood" that she steals forth from her
groves.
Her palace is
in twilight land. It is there she meets us. At her shadowy gate she takes our hand in hers & walks beside us thru her
mystic realm. We see no form, but seem to hear the rustling of her wings.
Even in the toiling
hum-drum city her spirit comes to us. There is a somber presence in each long, dull street; & the dark river creeps ghostlike
under the black arches, as if bearing some hidden secret beneath its muddy waves.
In the silent
country, when the trees & hedges loom dim & blurred against the rising night & the bat's wing flutters in our
face & the land-rail's cry sounds drearily across the fields, the spell sinks deeper still into our hearts. We seem in
that hour to be standing by some unseen death-bed & in the swaying of the elms we hear the sigh of the dying day.
A solemn sadness reigns. A great peace is around us. In its light our cares of the working day grow small & trivial & bread & cheese--ay, & even
kisses - don't seem the only things worth striving for.
Thoughts we can't speak but only listen to flood in upon us & standing in the stillness under earth's darkening dome, we feel that we are greater than our petty
lives. Hung round w/those dusky curtains, the world is no longer a mere dingy workshop, but a stately temple wherein man may
worship & where at times in the dimness his groping hands touch God's.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That
fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud…
John Keats, Ode on Melancholy, 1819


Is it Melancholia, or is it Depression? Part I
by Gita Elgin, Psy.D., Ph.D.
Part I: Which
is Which?
We live in a
time of enormous technological progress & economic prosperity. Opportunities abound - life is hectic. But in our frenetic
activity we may end up feeling lost, incomplete & left out. Alone & alienated, we long for something missing, perhaps we know not what.
We may experience
a deep sadness, even melancholy, we know not why.
But sadness & melancholy don't equate with pathology. Such feelings can be a natural reaction to a world that is out of joint, to a life that has lost its meaning. That's not to say that they
aren't significant, that we need not deal with them.
In fact, they
should serve as a wake-up call to do something & do it forthwith. First & foremost: take counsel w/yourself.
Take along a guide: a trusted friend, a therapist, a spiritual advisor - someone who knows the territory, who has been there before.
Also, it might
not hurt to take a vacation, to renew old friendships, to reconnect with family. And it's probably time to cut back on externally directed activities & commitments, to re-evaluate your work, your relationships & the very fabric of your life.
Depression is outwardly similar to feeling blue, yet fundamentally different. Let us take a case in point.

The Nordstrum
family lived the American Dream. 40 years ago, Siegurd had left his native Norway as a cabin boy on a freighter. After a long
ocean voyage & several misadventures, he wound up as a ranch hand in Southern California. He worked his way up the
chain of command, saved his money & prospered.
Eventually he
bought his own ranch, married & had children. He became a a multimillionaire & a pillar of the community. He now looks
forward to becoming a grandfather for the first time.
But there's a
problem, one that will not yield to hard work or love of family or willingness to endure. At 17, his youngest daughter, the “baby” of the family, is deeply depressed.
Julie is morose,
apathetic, irritable. She has no appetite, eats mostly sweets & has lost weight. She has insomnia, but at times she sleeps all day. Her movements are slow & listless. She is always tired, even though she does practically
nothing at all.
Julie hasn't
used psychoactive drugs: she hasn't experienced a major trauma or the death of a loved one; & her life circumstances don't suggest severe physical or emotional stress or deprivation. There is nothing “out there” to account for her moods & her behavior. Yet Julie, like millions of other
adults & adolescents, is suffering from depression.

Part II: Dealing W/Depression
Recap: Julie
was morose, apathetic, irritable. She wasn't interested in anything, didn't want anything. She'd lost weight. She had insomnia, but at times she slept all day. Her movements were slow & listless. She was always tired, even though she did practically
nothing at all. She was restless & anxious & couldn't concentrate on anything. She had feelings of guilt & began to think about suicide.
Julie, like millions of
other adults & adolescents, was suffering from depression. Fortunately, her parents recognized the need for professional help before the situation deteriorated further.
The usual treatment for
depression is medication, with or w/out hospitalization, sometimes repeated hospitalizations.
Hospitalization depends
on the severity of the situation & of course on the judgment of the attending psychologist or psychiatrist about the risk of suicide.
The medication usually has
to be taken for years, even for life. Unfortunately, neither hospitalization nor medication addresses the underlying causes
of the problem. Therefore the outcome is much more favorable if psychotherapy of some sort is part of the mix.

In fact, research has shown
that appropriate psychotherapy, just by itself, is at least as effective as medication.
With Holistic Psychology,
hospitalization & medication aren't considered the front line of defense, but rather back-up measures to be called in
as needed. When Julie came for help, we saw her not as a case of depression but as a person who was manifesting that syndrome.
We already knew plenty about
depression, but we were eager to learn about Julie. We wanted to know about her as a total person, with physical, emotional, mental & spiritual aspects,
living in a particular family & community.
So, w/Julie’s help,
we began to assemble a thorough inventory of how Julie functioned, how she lived, how she was in all her aspects.

Julie had always been the
“baby” of the family, sheltered from the outside world & in some ways from her own self. She'd always been
accommodating, willing to let others take charge. Now she had to learn to be in charge, responsible for her health & her life.
We would give her the
tools she needed & she would use them to get well & achieve a fulfillment in all aspects of her life. The healing journey would be a joint process.
As we progressed in our exploration,
we found that Julie had mixed feelings about growing up. On the one hand, as any teenager, she was excited & intrigued about the new world that was opening up to her.
On the other hand, she was
reluctant to leave behind the comfortable nest within the family & her special, protected position. She had had an experience w/a boy that went further than she had intended, after which she withdrew.
She had felt scared, inadequate, ashamed & guilty. But she hadn't been able to bring herself to talk about it w/anyone. We established a holistic treatment plan to address the causes, not just the symptoms of her depression, using methods that were natural, non-toxic & non-invasive.

As our work progressed,
Julia began to take charge of her life, to accept herself & to face the world w/out dread. As she gained confidence, she returned to her goal to study medicine. She is now a first-year student in a well known university.
This vignette illustrates
the 5 primary principles of Holistic Psychology:
1. You're a whole person – w/physical, mental
& spiritual aspects.
2. You're unique. Your uniqueness is the key to your
health & to your life journey.
3. You're in charge of your health & your life. You have
the power to heal yourself.
4. You can discover the causes of illness & create
causes of health in their stead.
5. You can use methods that are natural, non-toxic
& non-invasive, to regain health & maintain wellness

Strengths of a Melancholy Personality
TypeThe Melancholy's Emotions
- Deep & thoughtfully
- Analytical
- Serious & purposeful
- Genius prone
- Talented & creative
- Artistic or musical
- Philosophical & poetic
- appreciative of beauty
- Sensitive to others
- Self-sacrificing
- Conscientious
- Idealistic
The Melancholy As A Parent
- Sets high standards
- Wants everything done right
- Keeps home in good order
- Picks up after children
- Sacrifices own will for others
- Encourages scholarship and talent
The Melancholy
At Work
- Schedule oriented
- Perfectionist, high standards
- Detail conscious
- Persistent & thorough
- Orderly & organized
- Neat & tidy
- Economical
- Sees the problems
- Finds creative solutions
- Needs to finish what he starts
- Likes charts, graphs, figures, lists
The Melancholy
As a Friend
- Makes friends cautiously
- Content to stay in background
- Avoids causing attention
- Faithful & devoted
- Will listen to complaints
- Can solve other's problems
- Deep concern for other people
- Moved to tears w/compassion
- Seeks ideal mate
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a moment of melancholy by an ex-mormon
A Moment of Regret, A Moment of Doubt, A Melancholy Longing
This afternoon one of my
old AP's & his wife dropped by to wish me a happy father's day. Not just any old missionary, this one is like my son. He's called me about once a month for years now just
to tell me he loves me. I tell him I feel the same way & I do. His parents divorced during his mission & we went thru some difficult
times together he & I.
I'm glad
I was there to help him. Now I feel like a fraud. I just can't bring
myself to even imply that I've left the fold. He's seen a lot of tough times in his life, I just can't let myself disappoint him. But what of integrity? I don't lie, but I certainly imply my continued activity. No missionary that ever served under my presidency has any idea
I've rejected the Church, an illusion I've made a commitment to the Church authorities to maintain.
A most uncomfortable feeling, it brings quiet tears to my eyes. Tears for what might have been & what was.
Sometimes
I lie in bed at night & ponder what I have lost & I weigh that against what I've gained. I'm still not sure it was
a good trade. To be sure I've gained insight, perhaps wisdom & certainly I've jettisoned a lot of superstition, but the losses have been heavy as well.
I've brought sorrow
to many that love me & sometimes I feel & intense longing for the "brotherhood" that once was much a part of my life. Often anger & frustration boil to the surface. Alas, there isn't a choice to be made, for once this door is open, once the truth seems apparent, there is no going back.
How could I & yet often
I wish I could? I've often said, "I don't need proof, just plausibility". I was naive, I was faithful, I was happy. Some armour can't be repaired. Sometimes this solitary journey seems lonely indeed.
about dreams that you're feeling Melancholy
To dream that you're feeling
melancholy, signifies disappointment in an event that was assumed to be a success.
To see others melancholy
in your dream, signifies unpleasant interruptions in your affairs that need to be tended to immediately.
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The History of Melancholy
By Francis Zimmerman
Francis Zimmermann holds the chair of South Asian Anthropology
& the History of Science, at the School for Advanced Studies in the Social Sciences, Paris. He lectured at the University
of Michigan on December 16, 1994, on universals in the scholarly traditions of medicine; the event was co-sponsored by the
Working Group on Health of the International Institute & the Center for South & Southeast Asian Studies.
Even if the medical
concepts involved appear to be completely obsolete, the history of melancholy is of interest
to a modern audience for at least two reasons.
Melancholia
was one of the cardinal forms of madness in earlier times & its name & concept encapsulate the whole history of humoralism,
since melancholia is black bile, one of the peccant humors recognized in Hippocratic &
Galenic medicine that have counterparts in the classical system of Ayurvedic medicine in India.
A study of humoral
medicine that would be respectful of classical phrasings, philosophical tenets & technical concepts of scholarly medicine, might help the modern anthropologist
& epistemologist of medicine to elaborate upon concepts currently in use, like somatization, illness as a culturally constructed
experience of disease, etc., which have never been grounded on any knowledge of medical history.
The history of
melancholy is also important to understand the recent developments of cultural psychology.
My first encounter
w/melancholy was, as a South Asianist, in my research on Ayurvedic psychiatry. I've been
attempting to make sense of the alleged relationship between the torments of Love, Grief & Fear & the vitiation of pneuma & other vital fluids in the body.
Earlier reflections published in The Discourse on Remedies in the Land of Spices (Le Discours des
Remedes au Pays des Epices, Paris 1989; English version, Berkeley, forthcoming from the University of California Press)
have been followed by a study of patterns common to the Galenic & Ayurvedia Scholarly Traditions of Medicine (Paris, in press).
The purpose of
my inquiries into the history of melancholy was to make sense of statements such as, "Love, grief & fear provoke wind,'' which are found in Sanskrit texts, or equivalent statements like Hippocrates's aphorism in Greek, "Grief & fear, when lingering, provoke melancholia.''
Do such statements
relate to some clinical reality, irrespective of the cultural context, which would make the study of classical medical knowledge
relevant to modern cultural psychology?
Some of the most
innovative work on emotion is occurring in cross-cultural research on depression. The publication of Culture & Depression by Arthur Kleinman
& Byron Good in 1985 (Berkeley, Univ. of California Press) was a landmark in this field,
at the confluent of anthropology, psychology & literary studies.
Literary studies
are involved, because the most telling expressions of depression, sadness, exhaustion, consumption, loss, grief & melancholy, are to be found in romance &
poetry.
Furthermore, these
public expressions of affects have been shaping the cultural patterns of affect in our society. Melancholy
has been shaped in the form of a culture-bound syndrome, from Latin antiquity thru 19th century Romanticism, in Western Europe.
Similarly, burning out & the drastic wasting of all vital fluids have been shaped in the form of a culture-bound syndrome
in India.
One interesting
conceptual & methodological problem that arises from cross-cultural studies of depression is that of universals of emotion.
Is depressive disorder a Western cultural construct or a universal schema?
To recognize the existence of such a schema doesn't mean we must admit that it's a psychobiological process. We can see such schemata
rooted in the rhetoric & imagery of scholarly traditions of medicine. The history of melancholia is that of an innately human experience of suffering becoming the object of a cultural construct.
As a mood or emotion, the experience of being melancholy or depressed is at the very heart of being human:
-
feeling "down"
-
blue
-
unhappy
-
being dispirited
-
discouraged
-
disappointed
-
dejected
-
despondent
-
melancholy
-
depressed
-
despairing
many aspects of such affective experiences are within
the normal range.
Everyone suffers
from this kind of metaphorical melancholia, as Robert Burton said, because "Melancholy in this sense is the character of mortality'' (The Anatomy of
Melancholy, I.I.I.5.), that is, a figure of the human condition. To be melancholic
or depressed isn't necessarily to be mentally ill or in a pathological state.
It's only w/greater
degrees of severity or longer durations when dispositions are transformed into habits as Burton would say that such affective
states come to be viewed as pathological. On choosing to focus on melancholy as a clinical
condition, we are faced w/the issue of whether it's a disease or some other sort of assemblage of signs & symptoms.
But we can rely
on the very rich historiography of the theme in literature & philosophy, starting w/the Letters of Hippocrates.
When Hippocrates,
called by the people of Abdera, to cure Democritus from his alleged madness, went to visit him one day, he found Democritus
in his garden in the suburbs at Abdera, under a shady tree, w/a book on his knees, busy at his study, sometimes writing, sometimes
walking.
The subject of
his book was Melancholy & madness. About him lay the carcasses of several beasts, recently
cut up by him & anatomized, not that he had contempt for God's creatures, as he told Hippocrates, but to find the seat
of his black bile or Melancholy, whence it proceeds & how it was engendered in men's
bodies, w/the intention that he might better cure it in himself, by his writing & observations.
"I do anatomize
& cut up these poor beasts, he said to Hippocrates, to see the cause of these distempers, vanities & follies,'' which
are the burden of all creatures. I've been quoting Robert Burtonšs paraphrase of the celebrated Letter to Damagetus
in the Preface of his Anatomy.
Melancholy,
or Sorrow in the Eastern traditions of medicine & philosophy, is the very essence of lived experience. This lived experience
was described by physicians, in the context of humoral medicine, as materialized in vital fluids, the humors, especially black
bile & pneuma.
At the core of
traditional psychiatry, there's an imagery of fluids, that will thicken & become very similar to the dregs of wine, or
turn acrid as vinegar, ferment & give off bubbles of gas, as Galen says of black bile in severe cases of melancholia.
This imagery is
the materialization of a psychological experience.
Raymond Klibansky,
Erwin Panofskky & Fritz Saxl, in Saturn & Melancholy: Studies in the History of Natural Philosophy, Religion, &
Art (London New York, 1964), have commented magnificently upon a classical analysis
of melancholy by Aristotle, who used the image of wine to expose the nature of black bile.
Black bile, just
like the juice of grapes, contains pneuma, which provokes hypochondriac diseases like melancholia.
Black bile like wine is prone to ferment & produce an alternation of depression & anger, an alternation of cuthymia & dysthymia (the thymos being the fluid essence of
emotion).
Fluids are the
materialization of mental fluctuations & this concept of affect remained prevalent down to the 19th century. The example
of melancholia teaches something of the classical conceptions of relationships between body
& mind.
It shows, Burton
says (L2.5.1), how the body, being material, works upon the immaterial soul, by mediation
of humours & spirits, which participate of both & ill-disposed organs. It illustrates the circle of sympathetic
disorders, in which distractions & perturbations of the mind alter the temperature or temperament of the body,
which in turn will cause the distemperature of the soul.
Therefore, before
the advent of Cartesianism & even later, parallel to the development of intellectualist psychology, there remained an
ancient tradition of humoral psychology which is of interest to us, now, in showing us the way to a renewed anthropology of
emotions linked to environment, local contexts, climatic factors & dietetic resources.
The history of
melancholy teaches us a number of useful concepts, schemes & analytical constructs that
could be used today in the context of social & epistemological studies of medicine. The concept of substitution, e.g.,
was invented by Galen to interpret diseases like melancholy, assuming there was a substantial
identity between the flows of humours & the fluctuation of thought.
In a chapter of
his treatise On the Affected Parts (Book III, chapter 10), Galen locates these fluctuations
in the brain conceived of "as a homoiomeric part,'' that is, as a tissue & not an organ. The brain as a tissue materializes
the flow of affects.
The thickened humours
collected in the brain injure it now as an organ, now as an homoiomeric part, thus creating "substitutions of epilepsy &
melancholia'': epilepsy - when blocking the conduits & melancholia - when
impairing the tissue that materializes emotions.
I'd surmise that
the classical concept of the substitution of two sympathetic affections for one another is still
useful today in our analysis of what psychiatrists call somatization. Indeed we must take some distance from classical nosology
(the branch of medicine that deals with the classification of diseases), since ancient categories
like epilepsy & melancholia don't actually correspond to clinical realities described
in scientific medicine.
We should also
be more precise in the commentary of texts & Galenšs citation should be put back in the context of an elaborate epistemology,
where "affections," e.g., are carefully distinguished from "dispositions," & "diseases."
One of the tenets
of medical anthropology for the last 20 years has been to distinguish between disease (an analytical
construct) & illness (the culturally informed flow of lived experience). This
distinction, invented in the early 1970's by culturally oriented physicians, wasn't grounded on any historical knowledge.
However, all the
scholarly traditions of medicine, not only in the West but also in India & elsewhere, have been developing concepts of
affections, dispositions & habits, accidents & the trajectory of "sympathetic diseases,"
in other words, semantic networks that capture the meaning of illness.
The classical knowledge
of Humanism & Renaissance medicine culminated in Robert Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy in the beginning of the
17th century & I shall conclude this brief review by mentioning the recent publication of a definitive, critical edition
(T.C. Faulkner, N. K. Kiessling & R. L. Blair, Eds., Oxford, Clarendon Press, Three Volumes,
1989-1994).
One might very
well conclude that this masterpiece of English literature has no longer anything to teach us in the domain of medicine, but
it's of the utmost interest to any anthropologist or cultural psychologist studying emotions.
Emotions have come
to the forefront of contemporary social science research, because we have come to recognize that they play the central role in cognition as well as in politics. Emotions have been traditionally approached thru the
study of rhetoric.
The cultural shaping
of sentiments in Europe from the Renaissance onwards, as Norbert Elias has shown in his celebrated book The Civilization
of Manners, was based on classical rhetoric. Elegant figures of speech borrowed from
the Latin manuals of rhetoric were transposed into elegant manners to be displayed by the well-educated ladies & gentlemen.
But this transposition
of rhetoric into manners is also to be observed in the domain of classical medicine. What's
of interest to us in Robert Burton's Anatomy isn't so much the contents as the format, the very project of an anatomy
- displaying What it is, With all the kinds, causes, symptoms, prognostics, and several cures of it, Philosophically, Medicinally,
Historically opened & cut up (as the subtitle reads) & the rhetoric used to describe & analyze the flow of experience.
Let me just give
here a sample of congeries (work heaps) & Senecan style (curt
style, with abruptness & jaggedness) used to convey the sense of an epidemical disease (from
the Preface).
"And to omit all
impertinent digressions, to say no more of such as are improperly melancholy, or metaphorically
mad, lightly mad, or in disposition ["disposition" being contrasted w/"disease'' proper],
as:
- stupid
- angry
- drunken
- silly
- sottish
- sullen
- proud
- vainglorius
- ridiculous
- beastly
- peevish
- obstinate
- impudent
- extravagant
- dry
- doting
- dull
- desperate
- harebrain
- mad
- frantic
- foolish
- heteroclite
which no new hospital can hold, no physick [medicine] help my purpose & endeavor is, in the following discourse, to anatomize this humour
of Melancholy [i.e., black bile], thru all his parts &
species, as it's a habit or an ordinary disease & that philosophically, medicinally, to show the causes, symptoms &
several cures of it, that it may be better avoided...& that splenetic hypochondriacal wind especially, which proceeds from the spleen & short ribs.
Being then as it
is, a disease, that so often, so much crucifies the body & mind.'' The history of melancholy
thus based on classical readings is a history of the traditional rhetoric of emotions & the figures of speech are as many keys to the observation of behavior in clinical settings as well as in ethnographic
fieldwork.
We tend to assume
that illnesses are universals. We argue that, whether or not a particular society treats depression as a disease, e.g., the syndrome of chronic exhaustion is a ubiquitous illness behavior
that can be described & interpreted in all sorts of situations & contexts.
Therefore, the
task of anthropology in a clinical context is to interpret illness meanings. The patient's body idiom, beyond the physical
pain, may be expressing:
but we must find appropriate modes of discourse to
translate the patient's body idiom.
The history of
classical medicine & related literature, including belles lettres & Renaissance rhetoric,
might provide us w/tools for such interpretive tasks.
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