Posts Tagged ‘underground’


the live electric
rail — certain death — touched upon
lightly, as though just
some mere stray topic we both
prefer not to talk about

This poem lacks fire. Which is pretty ironic given the subject matter. I dreamed Prince Charles was preparing a speech using a sheet of my own writing as the basis. But he had crossed out roughly half of it as unsuitable and too personal. We were both trying to remember how many times we’d had sex (together). So the dream is about self-censorship and avoidance. This would relate to yesterday evening spent in the pub with a colleague from work whom I’ve known a very long time. The evening went well except for one or two wobbly moments when the topic of conversation became too personal (our respective relationships). In my dream I saw — twice — somebody walking along the underground railtrack and accidentally stepping on the live rail without anything more than a slight electric shock.



deliver me from
the illusion of control
— render me helpless

It’s depressing how much pornography and sex there seems to be in my dream life. It’s almost enough to suggest Freud may have been right after all, about sexual desire or ‘libido’ as being the fundamental force of psychic life. But no. That’s a kind of tunnel vision. In my dream I was desperately disappointed to find that a certain basement underground area which used to be devoted to the sex industry, had been cleaned up and was now full of wholesome commerce. Some part of me felt determined to seek out the sordid. Sexual desire is, though, only one among very many powerful psychic forces. Really, however you look at it, we are at the mercy of our own psyche.