Selected
References to
“Friendship”

in the “Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud”

A dental stimulus to fly, to lose a tooth to head
afflicts a man who cannot keep a friend. He’s gay because
the cloths are made of silk.1 The doctor’s brother’s son was born
a year before his uncle’s birth, replaced by substitutes.2
So homosexuality’s a source of friends and art.
Herr F. forgets a shop’s address—lock boxes neighbor old
enemies, loves.3 And Dora’s dad cannot tell friends apart
from monsters or their wives.4 In archaeology, or math,
a man might learn to truly be alone, provided he
discovers lovers made of stone, or proofs, before they lose
their innocence.5 Fresh uses, or a redirected aim,
may produce friends as well as they do thoughts.6 It’s not enough
to turn it down; one has to want it first.7 The devil, if
a man embraced, will start the war, and let his father watch.8

Rebuttal to

Selected References to “Friendship”

in the “Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud”

It’s not all generation, sex, or tamping down desire:
a handsome glazed Egyptian figurine is crushed by Freud—
averting evil via sacrifice—to make amends,
suggesting art is less than friendship, and worth giving up.9
As statues go, so shatter other glues, including ties
made possible by interdiction’s opening to change.10
And say that tendencies must be refused to shape the good—11
what happens when the guys can freely fuck? It seems the drive
is doubled or enlarged (as Rauschenberg et al. did kiss
and tell and still found time to paint). A detour’s just one way
to make a friend. You long, you cough a poem, have tea, make peace
with less than love—or more, depending on platonic norms—
and judge what needs destroyed, what needs epistolary fuel.
No shortage looms. If you’ve run out of want, try wanting more.