Deconstruction of the Blues

On Reading The Interpretation of Dreams at Fifteen

37 ON READING THE INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS AT FIFTEEN Freud climbed out of unpeeling to the shit smell why dead people stink out of the secret of pipes within pipes within pipes Where was the living spark? dinosaurs and ape men the bones of the body muscles bright package of heart and lungs stomach and guts Where was the spark? that gleamed the eyes that powered the prowl the snarl He whirled out of evolution animal kaleidoscope I delighted to spin back spiraling beneath human pomposity into ferocity and truth and through to the godlessness of atoms and cold space that only I and other defiant immortals could contemplate unflinchingly But Freud sat higher inside the head and glinted not the body but the mind the spark grown sovereign Freud the very sparkmeister topmost alien Jew with x-ray eyes who fisted the world without God animal baby sex and held it under bourgeois noses told them everything they believed was false their pride: Reason Morality facade appearance nothing but ‘X’ the Unconscious the spark transmogrified that only he Freud held the key to the animal body that speaks dream hieroglyphics And then of course he opened a whole new front with my mother ...