from "The Master"
VIII
And it was he himself, he who set me free
to prophesy,
he did not say
"stay,
my disciple,"
he did not say,
"write,
each word I say is sacred,"
he did not say, "teach"
he did not say,
"heal
or seal
documents in my name,"
no,
he was rather casual,
"we won't argue about that"
(he said)
"you are a poet."
Source of the text - H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), Selected Poems, edited by Louis L. Martz. New York: New Directions, 1988, p. 108.
TJB: Psycho-hagiography. The poet says what she wanted Freud to say to her, conflates prophecy & poetry, & concludes he set her free, casually.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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