Excerpt from The Insect Horizon:
To Freud every human was a wounded
animal. He thought many were unhinged
by the pain of knowing too much and not
enough. That was our trauma and birthright.
Our brain's too big, beefier than we need
for the bread and banjos of our freedom.
We pay a steep price for this redundancy
(look around you). And other creatures choke
in the hold of our churning vessel. Bundled
squirming and squealing with the naked ape,
they too must pay for their earthly passage.
Sigmund sought to reduce human suffering
to mere unhappiness, the doctor's dream.
What he practised was a form of poetry.
© 2019 Kevin Hanson