“I started my professional activity as a neurologist trying to bring relief to my neurotic patients…”—Sigmund Freud in his only known audio recording – – – My neurotic patience bids me dance by candlelight waiting for answers that come in time. Its quiet causes fright in the noisier set—day-planning superego, demanding id, the rest. To bring relief to my neurotic patience, I smell no end of flowers, and pick none. I wander through fields of impatiens, worrying only about the wind and sun.
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By Kit Wilder
Kit Wilder would appear to be a slightly less hubristically named but otherwise equally ridiculous iteration of Vera Wilde, daughter of Oscar and the Nihilists, lover of the Tsar, and author of the most illustrated poetry book during the week it was released, Push Coasts.