{"id":100382,"date":"2017-10-16T12:01:15","date_gmt":"2017-10-16T11:01:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=100382"},"modified":"2017-10-15T15:49:18","modified_gmt":"2017-10-15T14:49:18","slug":"the-jungian-analyst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2017\/10\/the-jungian-analyst\/","title":{"rendered":"The Jungian Analyst"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Too much of herself in that<br \/>\nsitting room:<\/p>\n<p>lines etched on a bronze metal painting;<br \/>\nportrait of a nineteenth century<br \/>\nimportant woman; three hundred<br \/>\nbooks on religion, on soul, on neuroses<br \/>\npositioned in discipline; sculpture<br \/>\nof a white man\u00a0\u00a0 looking inwards;<\/p>\n<p>pashmina shawl from Delhi spread<br \/>\nover her legs as she would have lain on the chaise:<br \/>\na hundred years ago it would have been<br \/>\na patient&#8217;s couch, telling her analyst<br \/>\nshe felt guilty as she feels aroused by him.<\/p>\n<p>Rough, caramel shaded leather flakes<br \/>\nwould fall from armrest of the<br \/>\nsofa where I sat; I tried to<br \/>\nthink of analysands who sat there over<br \/>\nforty years: many of them she must have<br \/>\ncalled neurotic, laughed with privilege, and<br \/>\ntold them their misery is fantasy.<\/p>\n<p>Too much of herself in that<br \/>\nsitting room: I would hear her tell me<br \/>\nof my rage, my hatred of people, of how<br \/>\ndeaf to the crowds I was.<\/p>\n<p>When for the last evening I went,<br \/>\nshe hoped that the man,<br \/>\nthat man\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 whom I<br \/>\ndenounced for two months in obsession,<br \/>\nwould fade away from my memory.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201c<\/em><em>Which man?\u201d<\/em> I asked, and she<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t know; neither did I.<\/p>\n<p>The white man, sculptured, looking<br \/>\ninwards in pain\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 kept on looking.<br \/>\nI left.<\/p>\n<p><em>__________________________________________________<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>This poem was longlisted for the University of Kent Prize for Poet of the Year 2017.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/sumeet-grover.jpeg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-64959\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/sumeet-grover-150x150.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><em>Sumeet Grover is the founder of <\/em><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.globalpoetry.org\/\" ><strong>Global Poetry<\/strong><\/a><em>, dedicated to creativity, human dignity, dialogue and global citizenship. He is a winner of the Portico Brotherton Open Poetry Prize 2014 and was shortlisted for the Jane Martin Poetry Prize in 2014 &amp; 2015. He has authored two books of poetry: <\/em>House Arrest &amp; Disobedience (<em>2015<\/em>) <em>and <\/em>Change (<em>2011<\/em>). <em>Grover is a member of the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/\" ><strong>TRANSCEND Network for Peace Development Environmen<\/strong><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/\" ><strong>t<\/strong><\/a><strong>.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Too much of herself in that<br \/>\nsitting room:<br \/>\nlines etched on a bronze metal painting;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100382","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100382","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100382"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100382\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100382"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100382"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}