The patient must therefore verbalise and go beyond his limits expressing unspeakable shame striving to live and live again that which has changed his entire life, his entire being reduced to the obsessional reflection of a trauma. His only life belt in the tempest is the psychoanalyst for sure who in the torment sets his patient adrift on the high seas, at the profoundest depths. Is metamorphosis now necessary, to displace the obsession, the fixed idea enhancing it with new colors. Here is an alchemy of the deepest wound treated with all the seriousness of men of science. The psychoanalyst does not quibble with Satan, the Satan of his patients, hence a terrible harshness, a perfect austerity as he locks himself in the fantasies of his patient like a mother embracing her cancerous son to take his illness from him and restore his hope in life.
Poets are major, fully acknowledged or meteors, never prophetic.
The advent of the Nazism was due in Germany to a need for a great spiritual leader, a sort of shepherd of the Germanic Soul. He was awaited in the work of the Romantics. Alas, the promised heaven turned into an apocalypse, the great leader into a bloodthirsty barbarian in the black masses of the holocausts. Amongst the poets in love with a mythology linked to the elements, the most subtle are those who deal with minerals. Eric Brasseur gives his opinion.