Oedipus
Oedipus my son, you must leave this house forever
go find yourself a wife and lover ..
You can not share mine dear boy, for fuck sake son
Let’s not argue, she’s your mother ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For those who might prefer the classics, or indeed history, then welcome to a little bit of both .. but dont try this at home folks .. my guess is, it would probably go down like a French kiss at a family reunion
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No won’t try that, my mother has been dead for ten years.
Andy
thank you for your visitation my little golden wonder ... you are exempt ................. N
Ugh, he was a bit depraved!
wots with you Guinea pigs anyway? ............................................... 🙂
Well, they're super-size hamsters, if they are hamsters! lol.
Erm, Oedipus' dad told him where to go!
Hey Neville - wot about a video? Why not go to yusporn or ask one of orchi's hamsters?
don't tempt me you old dog you .................................................................. 🙂
But this complex is a crucial stage in normal development - you’ve just destroyed it! Hehe!
thank you Roz .. my point exactly ........ that crucial stage however, does have a critical point beyond which any understanding father might begin to sweat somewhat .. yours most appreciatively Me 🙂
'but don't try this at home folks ..'
(if only Freud, had heeded these words
how much of psychology's
mind fckery
he could have saved us, literally...)
lmao
'blame it all, on that oracle at Delphi
and those inheritors of life's, guessing games
questing Poet's and and philosophical sages'
(loved the humour, you squeezed
out of this morose tragedy, inking of poetic ill-fate)
I am glad you thought it so brother Mek .. it is how I intended it to be taken .. very much tongue in cheeky .. have I ever mentioned how I travelled all the way from London to Manchester with the late great Anna Freud .. yep the daughter of the man himself ......................... I personally favour Jung my self ......................................................................... Neville
oh wow!!!!!!
she's my favourite of the 'celeb' names
in your field
her words on child psychology and the whole
simplifying of the methodologies utilised to treat people
and her belief that empathy or simple consideration
and respect for the patience, resonated with me best.
And yes, while Freud was the much better writer
Jung, lived his own theories (shadows)
and had it not been for ww2, his view
in the connection between the worlds diverse
cultural heritages and their ability
to curate our mind's, is something
I found truly profound..
I could go on, but as some hack laymen
I would just embarrass myself (even more)
just know, that you met Anna Freud
has just skyrocketed your standing, in my eyes
(have you wrote a poem about meeting her
I will go and search it out if you have)
This has made my week!!!
Anna Feud... WOW!!!!
I'm so jealous
we shared the same carriage .. I was presenting a four day workshop in Manchester on the management of clinical risk and positive risk taking ............................... we did talk but her minders & they were big fella's didn't seem to like it .... No, I never wrote about it .. sorry ........................ Neville 🙂
'but her minders & they were big fella's'
lol
ah - oh well, still
what an awesome memento you have Hyung
and I'm still jealous
(btw hope you're recovering well)
Excellent write dear Neville...It gave me a giggle but you can never go wrong with the classics!
If it made you giggle Ms. C then I feel that I have achieved something .. so thank you my friend and giggle on .................................... N 🙂
Oedipus would never prosper by taking up that odious offer - at least in my Chronicles - - mind you I like a bit of poetic history delivered thy way mine clever Sir Neville.
......................... thank you kindly dear Fay ... Oh' n mums the word okay 🙂 x
Oh that awful day when I bent to kiss granny goodbye and she stuck her tongue in my mouth. It tasted of humbugs by the way.
mine did too ................... is it a granny thing or are we related do ya fink ........................... 🙂
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