WISH:

’One of the poles of the defensive conflict in Freud's dynamic perspective: unconscious wishes tend to be fulfilled through the restoration of signs which are bound to the earliest experiences of satisfaction; this restoration operates according to the laws of the primary process. Psycho-analysis, taking dreams as its model, has shown how wishes, in the form of compromises, may be identified in symptoms.’

WISH FULFILMENT:

‘A psychological formation in which the wish seems to the imagination to have been realised. The products of the unconscious-dreams, symptoms, and above all phantasies-are all wish-fulfilments wherein the wish is to be found expressed in a more or less disguised form.’ - Laplanche, The Language of Psychoanalysis.

​And then we find our pink. A drip in the droplet and our ocean is a sea of pink. The moment of contact occurs. The pink holds itself. 

And then it spreads. We spread it. We turn our world pink. Just for a moment our world is coloured pink and everything we see is pink. ‘Her green mind made the world around her green’, Wallace Stevens writes. Our pink mind makes the world around us pink. The world of our pink dreams is imprinted upon reality. And lo! the pink spreads in a cloud of colour. And more water is added and the cloud spreads more. But wait! we have lost the form, for the pink cloud spreads and soon too we have lost the concentration of our colour. We are submerged. We know the wish is there and in everything we see the wish hangs over us.

And then the paint dries. Our vision resettles and we see the world and the parchment paper once again.

​A droplet forms once more. We search for a new colour. Blue falls and the moment of contact occurs again. There are an infinite number of shades of blue and through them everything is seen. The dynamic perspective turns its vision on the pink once again. We wear rose tinted spectacles whilst we look through a blue window. Blue and pink collide, turning the world purple. Past and present wishes combine in one: a combination, a culmination of time present and time past.

…and yet you knew that rain grew flowers. 
​You have seen that beauty is made of disintegrated plans
legitimacy intimacy all of it ingrained
in hopes re-laid.

and you have heard the sound of cracked-open life
a polyphonic cry of yes oh yes this is how
this is why.

Now you stand de-throned so cold
wholly riddled

and you scream no-one told you this is where
this is how
it middles
And then you wished for flowers.
And yet you did not wish for rain.