Specially for Soo Tian and David, and all shrinks and shrunks everywhere; today's Poetry Speaks reading:
from "Essay on Psychiatrists"
By Robert Pinsky
II. Some Terms
"Shrink" is a misnomer. The religious
Analogy is all wrong, too, and the old,
Half-forgotten jokes about Viennese accents
And beards hardly apply to the good-looking woman
In boots and a knit dress, or the man
Seen buying the Sunday Times a in mutton-chop
Whiskers and expensive jogging shoes.
In a way I suspect that even the terms "doctor"
And "therapist" are misnomers; the patient
Is not necessarily "sick." And one assumes
That no small part of the psychiatrist's
Role is just that: to point out misnomers.
Meet the True Victorians, 2000-2006. Thoroughbreds who've spent all seven years in the VI.
Front row, L-R: Helmi, Kah Loong, Kian Ti, Phak Hoe, Lik Wen, Phon, Boon Chong, Aizuddin, Chun Hong, Hazim, Jinq Sien, Afri, Wai Loon.
Back row, L-R: Lau, Chien Fei, Mok, Fareez, Santokh, Aminudin, Ben, Ashan (2001-2006; honorary True Victorian), Tinesh, Vincent, Yee.
Wai Loon decided to try something wacky. I like the way his thumb looks 'curled' around the front face of the Clock Tower:
1 comment:
Love the poem! Took me a couple of reads to just grasp it a little more deeply.. but like all poetry, it's worth it!
P.S. The poem in your essay took considerably longer.. after staring at it and discussing it with a friend, I came back to it a number of times just to ponder over it again.
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