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it's one thing that philosophy dismissed poetry, but it's another that psychiatry did likewise, interpreting poetry as madness, esp. western haiku is better than the Freudian interpretation of dreams; can you believe the unconscious holes hidden in western interpretation of *** poetry? the way you can weave an essay into a few words, is like fidgeting a theory with a few images - although the former is less inclined to a rigidness, and more inclined to a rubber-band elasticity - Freud had a few images to work from given we experience dreams in nanosecond intervals given the overall mundaneness of a 8 hours repose - but imagine injecting an essayist's interpretation of a haiku akin to some psychiatrists spotting Pythagoras rubbing a tree for Greenpeace with an *********** of triangles & apples, like Freud with some rich kid paying for his opera visits of castratos singing: la dolce vita... i mean the ******* iceberg... a few words in haiku are bopping along to the tides from the Arctic, yet beneath them a mass of narratives, even the Beijing waiters reminisce recitations from school to this Mao revolution syllabus... the unconscious meaning: fill in the gaps... mathematically? algebra... after all, very few people experience 'Houston, we have a problem' moments.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Mao revolution syllabus
it's one thing that philosophy dismissed poetry, but it's another that psychiatry did likewise, interpreting poetry as madness, esp. western haiku is better than the Freudian interpretation of dreams; can you believe the unconscious holes hidden in western interpretation of *** poetry? the way you can weave an essay into a few words, is like fidgeting a theory with a few images - although the former is less inclined to a rigidness, and more inclined to a rubber-band elasticity - Freud had a few images to work from given we experience dreams in nanosecond intervals given the overall mundaneness of a 8 hours repose - but imagine injecting an essayist's interpretation of a haiku akin to some psychiatrists spotting Pythagoras rubbing a tree for Greenpeace with an *********** of triangles & apples, like Freud with some rich kid paying for his opera visits of castratos singing: la dolce vita... i mean the ******* iceberg... a few words in haiku are bopping along to the tides from the Arctic, yet beneath them a mass of narratives, even the Beijing waiters reminisce recitations from school to this Mao revolution syllabus... the unconscious meaning: fill in the gaps... mathematically? algebra... after all, very few people experience 'Houston, we have a problem' moments.
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