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What would Freud Do?

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I have a fantasy poetry shift. It lasts at least an hour every day.  I imagine that I have to stop, take pen and notebook in hand, and see if I can make something out of nothing. I do it lying on the couch, like a therapy session, because, for me, writing poetry is a form of self-analysis where I get to be both doctor and patient.

It’s a fantasy, though, because I don’t do it everyday.  I have to get bored enough or uncomfortable enough to remember that writing a poem is like taking a medication, like a prescription of Ritalin that gathers my focus or a vacation that takes me outside of myself.  Too little or too much can each be a problem, but the right dose is always therapeutic.

Once I get on the couch, I don’t hold back.  It’s only worth it if I do the work.  And it only works if I hit a nerve.  I might watch the clock, but I won’t get up until the job is done.  

___________See Hourly Work below or HERE.  The couch is from Black Water Loft coffee house.

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