Psychology

By

Poesis Silagan-Bush

(Submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements of Psychology 10: Introduction to psychology, Spring 2009, Professor Halford Fairchild, Pitzer College.)

It was not psyche’s stunning beauty,

that broke this lonely solipsist,

Nor was it her curious propensity,

viewed on moonlight tryst,

Unlike the eager Eros,

I shied away from her vivacity,

fearing that I too would be somehow wounded

by her artless tenacity,

But I came to that castle in the mountains anyway,

long since empty of even Aphrodite’s jealous silence,

There I found her beauty degraded,

Worn down by greedy science,

Her dynamic virtue and her badness

Were then more palatable,

That mangled mess of past endeavors, less insufferable

In this age of reason they shattered Psyche’s confounding mystery,

Battered her with an inquisition,

With shocks of electricity,

Psyche is lost and we are liberated!

Look at the fight revelation has instigated:

How can we not know each other?

beyond walled and smug selfness,

When one blurs into another,

None exempt from influence,

It was this that broke the lonely solipsist,

And knocked the cynic from her lofty perch,

To witness that undistinguished stuff, of which another’s self does consist,

To remedy rather than reproach