Spyche’s friend Jolo – http://www.pumpkinpie.net – comes off climbing wall, shatters leg, and is promptly dropped as web wizard by BPC (British Psychoanalytic Council). There’s thoughtful now.
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Wake up NHS!
So exercise is not the answer to depression. Now we know. Real change is organic – it can’t be counted, anymore than happiness can be prescribed…wake up NHS!
Forget me nots
Memorial evening for the forgetmenots – spyche’s analytic forbears and colleagues: V. V. Alexander, Derek Blows, Rosemary Gordon-Montagnon, Edward Herst, Jane Knight, Derry MacDiarmid, Mel Marshak, Corinna Peterson, Joe Redfearn, George Robinson and Dorothee Steffens.
Thank you Sigmund
News room culture? traditionally public humiliation, man-on-man ( remember David English?) Now mediocre politicians enviously attack The Daddy Murdoch, whose scheming ‘sons’ are exposed as ambitious, envious weasels.. animated primal
horde ( thank you, Sigmund) .. Keep reading the books and the runes, Lord L
Sage
Foto says it’s all too late -‘clothe yourself in the life you’ve lived not the one you’ve been waiting for’ – ..and, as crowds in Oxford Street overpower the recovering spyche, ‘fashion isn’t to be found in a shop window’.. true, oh sage, true
Helplessly gay
Yoyo and Sweet Bean get diamond, spyche, Dougal and Zebedee get helplessly gay, while Settings’ hens fail to lay golden egg ..So-so Special contracts rarest of blood cancers..spyche blames Barrow and Fallpaper
Antsy
What a week in spyche’s world – UK broadcasting ‘gets’ the unconscious on radio and television. Horizon evidences Jung’s concept of the collective (unx) by wiring up ants but, best of all, lying on the One to One bar at Apple is Jungian Analysis (ed Murray Stein). Rock on! we unwired ants are on the move
Greening time
Green shoots on dead branches. 100th anniversary of he who died as quietly and easily as he lived, no Stalin exit for spyche’s Dad and s/he no Svetlana, either.. time for new underwear, magical Lancome – re-generation of embodied history..
You or me?
Foto and I sniff out truth over a latte … what is it that haunts the memory, lingers like music on the breeze? sweetness of the skin – individual, unrepeatable …did we lose for love?.. the scent of memory had a body.. Foto couldn’t capture it, ‘.. must be Mum’ ( hat’s off andre green) .. we laughed – truth was it was an other, whatever..
Who’s looking?
If we follow the line, do we actually go round in circles? If right is defined by wrong, up by down, day by night, opposites define our perceptions; therefore in knowing, we know nothing..
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