A Political Liaison
One day a
Policital circus came
They brought a democratic elephant
Hillary was her name
One dark night
She slipped her party’s chain
And off she ran to find her man
And was never seen again
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Grump Hump Trump
Hillary Hillary made the jump
And left the Bill with the intern
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Slump Bump Trump
All her life
She’d danced to the circus band
When Hilly was leading the big parade
The Bureau took a stand
No more tricks
Hillary could perform
They’d taught her not to trust he-mail
Where smoking lies were the norm
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Slump Lump Trump
Hillary Hillary made the jump
And left her Bill with the intern
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Thump Dump Trump
The head of the herd was calling
Now is the hour
They met that night in the silver light
And he took her in his tow’r
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Pump Rump Trump
Monthly Archives: November 2016
A Presidential Romance
A Presidential Romance
One day a
Policital circus came
They brought a democratic elephant
Hillary was her name
One dark night
She slipped her party’s chain
And off she ran to find her man
And was never seen again
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Grump Hump Trump
Hillary Hillary made the jump
And left the Bill with the intern
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Slump Bump Trump
All her life
She’d danced to the circus band
When Hilly was leading the big parade
The Bureau took a stand
No more tricks
Hillary could perform
They’d taught her not to trust he-mail
Where smoking lies were the norm
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Slump Lump Trump
Hillary Hillary made the jump
And left her Bill with the intern
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Mump Dump Trump
The head of the herd was calling
Now is hour
They met that night in the silver light
And he took her in his tow’r
Hillary Hillary left the stump
And said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety-trump
Pump Rump Trump
An Ode to Ump
Thump hump
Grump frump bump crump
Clump… clump
Sump, dump, lump
Jump
Jump-hump
Mump nump pump
Pump-jump-hump
Rump
Rump-pump-hump
Slump.
Trump
None of this presidential cadence
Except
In
America
The force of the Unconscious
There is an upward bubbling pressure from the unconscious that directs our outward activity. If we are aware of this, through analysis, reflection or meditation – we are able to separate this white noise out from the real “me” which exists of course as the “see” to the “saw” of all else that is…
But the pressure from the upward currents from the unconscious has another purpose, which is an impulse to seek, find and play – in other words to interact – which is the basis of existence itself. Possibly this drive to connect comes from Jung’s “collective unconcious” – a place where we are already in a state of flow together.
Without this impulse and force we would spin out of orbit as directionless ego-planets in a void of emotional space. The strong emotional impulses of our unconscious are in fact akin to a gravitational force to pull us together into a state of re-integration.