An unsolicited review of your suicide note, Mitchell Heisman

Saturday, 25 September 2010

If you haven’t seen the news: Man Who Killed Himself On Harvard’s Campus Left 1,904-Page Note. Let’s review the note, shall we?

If my hypothesis is correct, this work will be repressed.

The first sentence of Suicide Note, p15

Wrong! And now to the next completely unabashed though well cited 1,864 pages including a nice hat tip to us—and our assets—in chapter “The Seditious Genius of the Spiritual Penis of Jesus.” Concluding with–

I’ll try anything once!

The last original sentence of the ibid, p2theFuckHigh

FTW. Nicely played, Mitchell. Well, if that had been the entirety of the note it would have been anyway. If you had come to me with this thing and said, “Read this or I’ll kill myself,” I would have said, “Yes, of course, wait!” And at page 329 I would have flipped through the remaining pages and said, “You know, Mitchell… Uh, sorry,” while handing it back to you.

In the general case of suicide, I think there is usually one event, one tiny missing piece, one friendly word that would turn the desire on its end and remind one–

…Ain’t it good to be alive?
To feel the sun, strong against your face
Strawberry blonde waves of silky hair
Spills over me like the milky way…

Alive, Edwin

In your case, Mitchell—a time machine and a pair of bike shorts not being an option—I offer instead, for the vainglorious, style-hungry copycat bellied up the Sperry Rand–

Bruce’s Cry for Help

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Re: An unsolicited review of your suicide note, Mitchell Heisman

On the work being suppressed: Heisman supposes that his magnum opus will reach the desks of the chairpeople of the various philosophy departments, be read, and THEN be suppressed "for the greater good" or some other nonsense. In this way Heisman is aiming at some sort of martyrdom, a re-enactment of Socrates possibly, but it obviously hasn't worked the way he wanted.

On Heisman himself: He wasn't some sort of basement dweller; he roomed with a few people, dated women - but he was monklike, devoted to his book, and lived off a tiny stipend from his father's estate. If anything, the guy seemed to be following the lifestyle of Nietzsche, but secretly. The great shame is that he was unwilling to find a way to live with meaning in an meaningless world.

By Strelnikov on 28 September 2010 · 23:12