Of Blacking Out The Psychopathology of Everyday Life, and… a Skull-Full of Chili

I wrote a letter to Freud’s ghost, inquiring about his stance on ink. Freud’s ghost didn’t respond. But I received replies from his superego, ego, id, and… a wraith, named F. Slip, who follows Freud’s ghost around, moaning, “Are you my mummy?” The superego letter included a discount coupon to the Pi circle of laser surgery hell. The ego sent a 1001-page essay on how I hadn’t been properly potty-trained. The id wants naked photographs of my deepest inner self… in color (the word color was underlined and italicized). F. Slip wrote sex, anger, dreams, angry sex dreams, dreamy angry sex, blacked out the initial attempts (not very well), and ended with, “Are you my mummy?”

After all this, I’ve come to the conclusion that Freud’s ghost is probably too busy to care about me turning The Psychopathology of Everyday Life into blackout poetry. So, it’s getting inked… along with one of his biographies, and a half-drowned copy of Lady’s Chatterley’s Lover. It felt… appropriate.

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some wee notes…
– for my dear Y, who asked for something hysterical that included Sigmund Freud, Doctor Who, and food that tastes yummy, but “looks slightly gross.” (Y is having stomach surgery in a couple of days, and she wanted “a riotous belly laugh” while she can still feel it in the tummy she was born with).
– I’ve always thought the superego is way too sanctimonious to actually pay attention to what’s going on. The ego is probably a mad scholar so focused on research that it can never see people. And, let’s face it, the id is a pervert. If a Freudian Slip was personified, his eternal confusion would make him a great companion for Doctor Who’s “Are you my mummy?” creepy kid.

scripts on autumned leaves
waiting for my muse and ink
to spring them anew

 

And, the slightly gross bit…

woman needs not be
a zombie to crave what lies
luscious in a skull

Y, I hope you laughed.

In October, When All Things Can Be…

“What is normal? Normal is yesterday and last week and last month taken together.” This quote, from Terry Pratchett’s Snuff, came to mind while I watched two people discussing the use of metal detectors at the entrance of New York Comic Con. One person was upset because he didn’t think “other people’s problems should affect [his] Con”. The other was mad because “no one told [her about the change] before she got there”.

I listened to them, wondering if getting angry about things that have nothing to do with the real issue is going to be our society’s new “normal”. I also grinned a lot… in order not to kick them until the nonsense left their twitching bodies. Kicking strangers is wrong. You should only kick your friends, lovingly… if they are into that kind of stuff *cough, cough*.

Anyhoo, back to things that keep me sane. In case you missed them, last week, I published two pieces of tanka-prose: “Reclaimed” and “Wild Magic”. If you haven’t, take a look-see.

My Comic Con Hoard: not as impressive (in bulk) as in earlier years, but quite delicious. I mean, there is something about free books that makes a bibliophile happy, happy, happy.

For Ye, not on Instagram or Facebook: last week, I shared this magnetic bit *giggles*…

In the story of us,
you are naked
and I am plotting
moans.

…and some tanka.

Stitched words will
push flesh into flesh,
magic you
mine, in October—
when all things can be.

October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly Guerrero: are you in? If so, do you know what you will do for it? If you do, you are ahead of me. Knowing my muse, she will decide at the last minute—she uses anxiety as fuel, the mad thing. No wonder we love each other to pieces.

I Have a New Facebook Page: no, this is not an invitation to slap me around (for creating more places to you to get lost in). In truth, now that my profile is back to normal (for some time, no one could “Follow” me, and most of my posts were being marked as spam), I will use Words by Magaly Guerrero to share my words… plus, words on works that catch my eye (and possibly, my ear and heart and my left toe, which has always been a tad loose).

Even when the world looks bad, life still gives bits of good. Find bits of wonder, hold them close to your heart, feed on the joy they bring, let it grow… Then use the energy to face the big bad things. This week, my tiny-giant-bits of wonder are free books and this place (where I share words with you). Care to share one of your tiny wonders with me?