one word social work: welcoming
victims of vice
leaning into the measuring fields
mislaid files
engaging occupations
round the corner
and round the bend
this was your last call
till you called the pleasure
of your plenty
leaning into the measuring fields
mislaid files
engaging occupations
round the corner
and round the bend
this was your last call
till you called the pleasure
of your plenty
Labels: anna and her daddy
posted by murat11 at 10:55 AM
6 Comments:
Wow!! This one does capture the dubious welcome of bureaucratic social work: victims of vice, mislaid files, this was your last call. And some how the victims are supposed to get into the pleasure of the plenty.
T: Yeah, it wasn't an entirely conscious take (cuz, I always stick the one word __________ [fill in the blank] after the poem, without too much thought at all), but it certainly seemed to fit once I slapped "social work" on it. Anna (Freud) and her daddy was probably the most conscious part of this process, in its conscious afterthought.
I wondered which Anna and her daddy were either doing or experiencing the social work. Here I guess they are shaping it.
It made me think of 3 year old Joanna and her daddy trying (almost unsuccessfully) to get food at the food bank because she was wearing a pair of new Calvin Klein jeans that her great-grandmother had given her for her birthday. Fortunately, she was an articulate child and already translating for her new immigrant father. She was able to inform the kind social worker that the jeans had been a gift from Grandma. They were given food.
T: I like that back story to the poem a lot. It feels like a perfect fit.
It does, doesn't it? And a true story, too.
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