Poetic Justice: from the master to the analyst (and back again)
For two years Ulysses had been imagining and planning this intervention without a precise idea of how it would turn out. There were many moving parts, and he was not in a position of power. His power was that which comes from desire. He was engaged in a bricolage, making things up as he went along, but with his eye on the horizon to give him a direction, and within a framework that he tended to with a great deal of care. He needed other people to trust him and buy into his idea. He needed them to add their resources to support him. It would be especially handy if they would share the desire and make it theirs too. So: powered by the energy of the drive, tempered and directed by a decided desire, and not without some wiles. Nor without some risk. A small grant had been won with the help of an important player employed at a psychiatric hospital, and a promise had been made to deliver six sessions to provide “equine encounters” for about twenty-five patients over the summer. Th...