Subject: Sons & Mothers
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Fri Jul 05 2002 - 03:29:57 EDT
I haven't read Margaret's book - only the fairly lengthy
extracts that appeared in various periodicals at the time
- & so shouldn't, properly, talk about it.
It does occur to me, though, that while we could, perhaps
& to some extent, blame his mother for the way Woody
turned out, we can hardly ask Margaret to carry the can
for Jerome.
But there you go, that's the psychoanalyst talking again,
the analyst who hasn't yet managed to replace the pleasure
with the reality principle & continues through the night
chiseling away at his three eventual masterpieces. My
own mother, too, is to be found lurking behind that arras.
'Of course you can do it,' she used to say, 'of course
you can. After all, you're my son.'
It certainly confirms Jim's warning about the dangers
of such an attitude. And explains my last seventy three
years of silent & utter misery.
Scottie B.
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