Jungian Cows by Penelope Shuttle.


Jungiian Cows

In Switzerland, the people call their cows
Venus, Eve, Salome, or Fraulein Alberta,
beautiful names
to yodel across the pastures at Bollingen.

If the woman is busy with child or book,
the farmer wears his wife’s skirt
to milk the most sensitive cows.

When the electric milking-machines arrives,
the stalled cows rebel and sulk
for the woman’s impatient skilful fingers
on their blowzy tough rosy udders,
will not give their milk;

so the man who works the machine
dons cotton skirt, all floral delicate flounces
to hide his denim overalls and big old muddy boots,
he fastens the cool soft folds carefully,
wraps his head in his sweetheart’s Sunday-best fringed scarf, and walks smelling feminine and shy among the cows,

till the milk spurts, hot, slippery and steamy
into the churns,
Venus, Salome, Eve, and Fraulein Alberta,
lowing, half-asleep,
accepting the disguised man as an echo of the woman,
their breath smelling of green, of milk’s sweet traditional climax.
(Penelope Shuttle; 1947-present)

Carl Jung had the following to say about the human psyche.

“Anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology.  He would be better advised to abandon exact science, put away his scholar’s gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart through the world.  There in the horrors of prisons, lunatic asylums and hospitals, in drab suburban pubs, in brothels and gambling-hells, in the salons of the elegant, the Stock Exchanges, socialist meetings, churches, revivalist gatherings and ecstatic sects, through love and hate, through the experience of passion in every form in his own body, he would reap richer stores of knowledge than text-books a foot thick could give him, and he will know how to doctor the sick with a real knowledge of the human soul.  Carl Jung 

There are professionals out there in blogosphere-land, who could perhaps do better by taking a leaf out of his book, rather than sometimes mooing around & sticking their noses into the troughs of some greats, so as to quote them to maybe give off impression of how intelligent they really are indeed.

If you must hang around in the company of cows then, surely, you should drink from the same trough. No point pretending the trough is too dirty or smelly. and that you feel you have to turn your back because you feel superior to the other cows, or some cows.

In Switzerland, the people call their cows
Venus, Eve, Salome, or Fraulein Alberta,
beautiful names.

Perhaps by recognising the sacredness of all cow(s) around you, you just might be redeemed of probable innate fear of drinking out of the same trough. Who knows? As with the velveteen rabbit, they too could become real in your eyes. You could then perhaps even call them by name… just like the people in Switzerland?

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