its starts
it grows
like a plant in a garden
and its limbs press the glass
and pull towards the lights
to grow
to manifest
and scratch underneath
until it cracks
and spreads
until it breaches.
it wants to meet you
it wants to see outside.
The id is unconscious by definition. In Freud's formulation,
| “ | It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learnt from our study of the dream-work and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of this is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We all approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organisation, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle. [Freud, New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis (1933)](wikipedia) |
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