War poet Rupert Brooke describes an unsettling experience of apophenia in this 1913 poem.
I came back late and tired last night
Into my little room,
To the long chair and the firelight
And comfortable gloom.But as I entered softly in
I saw a woman there,
The line of neck and cheek and chin,
The darkness of her hair,
The form of one I did not know
Sitting in my chair.I stood a moment fierce and still,
Watching her neck and hair.
I made a step to her; and saw
That there was no one there.It was some trick of the firelight
That made me see her there.
It was a chance of shade and light
And the cushion in the chair.Oh, all you happy over the earth,
That night, how could I sleep?
I lay and watched the lonely gloom;
And watched the moonlight creep
From wall to basin, round the room,
All night I could not sleep.
Brooke seems to have been interested in the scientific investigation of anomalous experiences, as one of his poems (‘Sonnet‘), was inspired by reading the journal of the Society for Psychical Research.

Neurocritic has just published a 
The BBC News website has a brief section on medical specialties as part of its health coverage. Each article is a brief interview with a doctor about their work in a certain area.
PsyBlog has just
As an update to a previous Mind Hacks story, the American Psychological Association has released a
Epileptic is a comic book by
The media has just been full of
Commentary Magazine has an articulate
If you want to hear Philip K. Dick himself discuss the writing of A Scanner Darkly and describe some of the borderline-paranoid ideas that drove the plot, there’s a three minute
Partly motivated by his increasing brushes with