Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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the violence of language.

We’re at a nice restaurant in Saint Tropez, it’s nice
to get out every couple of days. To see people having
fun on a warm summer night.

A couple at the next table are talking, a bit loudly, about 
Freud. You know - envies, irrepressible subconscious urges.
Well, the middle aged man was, not the young, high school
looking woman. 

At first, I’m just lowercase eye rolling about his intellectual
noise but after about 30 minutes, I’m considering legal action.

I hate psychoanalysis like I hate philosophy - the pointless 
arguments - the public performance of deep thinking 
- it’s social boredom - the violence of language.

The poor guys date - was this dinner patter or a TED Talk?
It seemed more like an endurance test. Who does Freud’s 
grand theory of misery impress anyway?

Maybe the guy was taking a class. Freud’s theories are considered 
unscientific these days - not to mention socially and morally suspect 
- that’s not my opinion, check Adolf Grünbaum, Frederick Crews and 
Ludwig Wittgenstein, to name a few - Sigmund Freud was a Sigmund fraud.

Just about the time my contempt was snapping like a match, 
I heard Peter saying, “Anais.. which appetizer did you want?”
“What?” I ask, as if I’ve just been awakened. Looking up, I see
Peter and the waiter huddled over the menu - waiting.
“Oh, Oysters on the half-shell,” I said, like a question.

The spell was broken, I won’t burn down the room..

And before you say it, my whole inner life is NOT annoyance,
it’s a defense mechanism - I’m not built to suffer quietly.
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A song for this:
Chained To The Rhythm (Official) ft. Skip Marley by Katy Perry

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Vincine Fallica July 11, 2026 at 5:01 AM “Sigmund fraud” / Been a while since you’ve been so snarky. I ENJOYED it! Does this rise to the level of social commentary? I am grateful I’ve not been the target of your sharpened pencil, thus far ;-). This was like watching an accident or a house fire or something repellant that you just can’t turn away from. I think there’s a simile in here somewhere about your dispatching this sample of humanity like you’re about to consume oysters, also not the most attractive appearing ‘food’. But what do I know? I’ve only had clams shucked at Coney Island. /<3 Anais Vionet July 11, 2026 at 6:08 AM Clams, scallops and oysters - all yummy. I was thinking 'older guy trying to impress a young girl' but what an awful seduction patter. =]