On a train, my superego, my ego, and my id
saw a beautiful woman on our way to Madrid.
And at my first illicit thought, my superego said, "No!"
And my ego, raising the eyebrows, said, "Oh?"
And my id? My id just did - what my id always did.
SELF PORTRAIT
To be objective about oneself is hard
All the others’ competing observations
Reluctant to let them into a conclusion
Yet one remains trapped in confusion
Despite all those awkward aberrations
A basic personality cannot be marred
To see a mirror image is just one view
A painted portrait offers yet another
But with no accuracy in introspection
It can always benefit from correction
It’s a close call from one’s twin brother
But for most, they do not have a clue
A photograph may capture one look
But underneath you know it’s unreal
That big fake smile, just for prosperity
As one waved goodbye to all sincerity
Never sure about how one may feel
So many characteristics in the book
A unique tattoo may carry a stigma
Identity may never be quite the match
Under hypnosis, one can be anyone
But as psychoanalysis has finally begun
Even if one is labelled a suspect batch
Who one may be, remains an enigma
WHO WE ARE AT OUR CORE
Are we who we think we are
Or more likely what others think
Perhaps multifaceted, we may be
Or neither, always a mystery
Taking self-analysis to the brink
But in the end, just raise the bar
At our core, whatever that may be
Some sort of an inherent disposition
Or just acting out our genetic code
Delving deep to find the mother lode
When psychoanalysis is an imposition
Will anyone ever know the real me
aIn an information culture,
evocation is more important;than
explicit saying counts against us.
People need to be well
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
the incoherencies
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
Effectively, psychoanalysis is
something other, not the coherences;
it listens for words
that are saying more
It’s got something to do with being;
it’s a form of listening,
not distracted by incoherence
but evoked by it.
Because it hears what’s underneath
Within or hiding.
Wanting to be found
But unable to get the words
Surfacing from troubled dreams
becomes a hasty reshuffling of plausible realties.
One by one, flimsy fibs are tested,
then grudgingly rejected as improbable.
There are always reasons to arise
and remain perpendicular
even though we may be still following
a horizontal dysfunctional track or trace.
Time to chew over a few words,
let flow the in-the-know and bluff
until enough is done, said, published,
bruited abroad, proclaimed
as a hear-ye ambulating truth.
Proclamations and declarations,
that indeed we are all here
listening to each other
explaining away our on-going
disorderly mental ponderings -
for of course,
psychoanalysis is far less revealing
that our daily abstracted, distracted,
rambling perambulations.
Rx: Intense psychoanalysis
Outcome: Acute mental paralysis
~ Postscript ~
Pick your chin up off the floor
Think a little less
Do a whole lot more
Don't use psychoanalysis on poetic friends!
You have no degree, and you never spent even one hour
with them, personally.
If you possess no degree, or never worked in psychiatry,
Be their friend, stop being Dr. Sigmund Freud.
Be a friend, unequivocally!
A poem is an expression of a poet's heart in rhyme.
Analyze the poem, not the poet.....
Better to accept and to love them in real time!
2/24/2021
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Picasso's artistry
Subject analysis
Precisely wild
Juxtapositional
Rectangularity
Psychoanalysis:
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Psycho Analysis
by Michael R. Burch
This is not what I need...
ANALysis,
paralysis,
as though I were a seed
to be planted,
supported
with a stick and some string
until I emerge.
Your words
are not water. I need something
more nourishing,
like cherishing,
something essential, like love
so that when I climb
out of the lime
and the mulch. When I shove
myself up
from the muck...
we can f**k.
Originally published by Unlikely Stories. Keywords/Tags: analysis, paralysis, psychoanalysis, psychology, therapy, nourishing, cherishing, essential, muck, sex, sexuality, **** cancer, analogy, psychological, words, love, growth, satire, mental illness
If I have to do a psychoanalysis of self;
I’d say, I’m of hyper anxiety ridden mind
Constantly in some sort of mental pressure.
The vibrations generate more conflict
akin the communal disturbances of the social fabric.
I’m anxious to meet my expectations or much,
To be, to do, to turn or to become....
When the depressive psyche -
reflects Its true content – complex psychosis originates.
I’m a patient with abnormal insight
A rare genius in his own accord.
I mean in your thinking lies your brain
In your living the mind; if you are as beautiful
As you think. You are as genius as you sense.
I wish not give pseudo remarks on my being,
for; no psychologist can read you better than self.
Trying to understand:
in an information culture,
evocation is more important;
explicit saying counts against us.
People need to be well
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
less hypnotized
the incoherencies and
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
Effectively, psychoanalysis is
something other, not the coherences;
it listens for words
that are saying more,
It’s got something to do with being;
it’s a form of listening,
not distracted by incoherence
but evoked by it.
We are always in Freud’s view,
blocking his visions
trying to contain ,
attempting to define,
psychoanalysis is
an uncontainable luxuriant over inflated
example of this.
Another green or hot -housed is the
the book itself and its cover
Becoming Freud ,the concept ‘s behind his birth
is part of Yale’s
Lives of the Quaint
which requires of the author not only
a present of Freud
but even goes off side
to make it “Jewish” as well.
There being no ingenious way,
he was so far
round this issue,
Phillips gives Freud’s
Jewishness a conveniently
unbiographical treatment.
At times so unscientific
as to be indeterministic,probably.
You know what I think/
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Sigmund Freud
Father of psychoanalysis employed
Experimented with cocaine, hoping for fame
Instead got congested nose and chest pain
As Freud describes humankind
With three divisions of the mind
Motivations now defined
Id is present from our birth
Driven by pleasures of the Earth
Wants and impulse, no self-worth
Balance, reason from the Ego
Deciding pleasures to forgo
Acting master of status quo
Super Ego stands its guard
Ensuring morals are not marred
Decision making it bombards
Balanced within yet torn by conflict
Three small forces that contradict
One that’s free and two restrict
Combined the three make who we are
From the normal to the bizarre
Psychoanalysis from afar
Freeze frames in colours as those of a charcoal chameleons....
Chain reactions; from old and welcome unto the world ordained
Amid continuums about temporal dimensions; confirmed afflatus
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....“Afore These Learning Curves; 'Psychoanalysis'” ~
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