![]() JumpA Poem by William ArthurJump You go to
poke your finger in my mouth as I yawn at the breakfast table and I think: what if I
just threw my tea down your front? I think of
doing this without malice, not to
spite you but just
because I could. I tell you
this and you laugh, a hiccup of
a laugh, through a mock scowl and tell me
that yesterday you thought of chucking
your phone into the station fountain, not as a
protest to the modern condition or to see
how people would react, just
because you could. ***
These
impulses are like the warped love child of Freud's ‘death instinct’: the drive that seeks to lead organic life
back into the inanimate state, and
Jung's ‘shadow’: the unconscious aspects of the personality
which the conscious ego does not identify in itself.
These murky
primal instincts betray in us a time
before civilisation and social convention, not so
much cogito ergo sum, as cogito
ergo fació. They are
housed in the tiny voids that exist between thought and action, never
seriously entertained, but each in their
own small way, with the
power to bring the world to its knees if acted
upon collectively.
***
We stood
under a steel sky and threw conkers in the fountain, watching
them dance in the jets; the seed of
a possibility.
You wore my
duffle coat and said it’s
like a hug in a jacket. The duffle
coat bought in secondary school for a
rapidly growing boy, who never
quite came to fill it out. You said if
I ever died you would forever wear that jacket to feel my arms around you. What if we
all just jumped? © 2015 William ArthurFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2015 Last Updated on February 2, 2015 Tags: Jump, death instinct, shadow aspect, Freud, Jung, instincts, relationships, society, cogito ergo sum, philosophy, suicide AuthorWilliam ArthurSheffield, South Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutI am doing an MA in Creative Writing at The University of Sheffield (as f*****g self indulgent as that is) under the tutelage of Simon Armitage. I am mainly a poet but also write short prose. My favou.. more..Writing
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