Caesura’s Cry

Dec 1

Here are four songs, in preview, from my forthcoming album, Caesura’s Cry…

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See Eshel (2022) for an invocation of ’Perhaps A Cry for a Caesura?’, where I first heard/read/considered this poignant expression of ‘caesura’s cry’. Ofra Eshel (2022): Bion's Long Road toward Intuiting the Patient's Suffering: 'Theoretical' vs. 'Clinical' Bion, Contemporary Psychoanalysis, DOI: 10.1080/00107530.2022.2083424

Listening Child

© Willow Pearson Trimbach, Lionessroars Productions, 2024
lyrics, vocals, and melody, Willow Pearson Trimbach
piano composition, recording, and production, Ben Leinbach

We could have a child together

The child could be a listening knee

We could have a child together

The child could be a listening me

We could have a child together

The child could be a listening thee

We could have a child together

The child could be a listening we

This song is an homage to the possible emergence, the potential birth, of the analytic third between therapist and patient—a listening child—within each and every psychotherapy couple, born of purified desire (see Pearson Trimbach & Bloch, in press). It is an ode to creative emergence between two psyches at work and at play.

The song spotlights and centers interwoven dimensions of therapeutic listening born of psychotherapeutic yoga. Specifically, it begins with the unstruck sound (Singh, 2013), heralded by the ‘could’, a signaling of the unknown possible—in equal parts unknown and yet possible. A seed-at-zero (see Pearson Trimbach & Bloch, in press, with reference to Dylan Thomas poem by this title, cited by S. Bloch). A birth of Eros and Agape. A yes to life. It continues with a bow to the dedication, the ethic, the practice, of listening beyond, through, between, and with/in. This is homage to the listening knee. Centering the sacred, there is then a personal ear to the primal with/in, between, through and beyond that echoes as the self/no-self/god in the first person. This listening then extends to god in the second person as divine other. The confluence of these dimensions of listening beyond, through, between and with/in compose the ineffable yet apparent and discernible, living and dynamic ‘we’—the analytic third, creative emergence, the listening child.

Tasting Space

©Willow Pearson Trimbach, Lionessroars Productions, 2025
lyrics, vocals, melody, and music by Willow Pearson Trimbach
guitar performance, recording, production by Ben Leinbach

Parvati turned her gaze to Shiva

Said, hey baby what’s the matter?

Why don’t you come on over here

Lay your trident down an hour

I know it’s not easy, being the destroyer

Just look at you, all blue in the face

There’s so precious little understanding

Of the clearing you create

Come meet me at the razor’s edge

We’ll dance inside this fire

Where love reaches for itself

Unburdening desire

[She said] You’re like a dark chocolate candy

With a pinch of salt at the center

You go down so sweetly

With a hint of bitter

In truth, I savor you

You know I never devour
Intoxicated by your flavor
Enjoying your power…

…To meet me at the razor’s edge

Beyond location

With love resting in itself

Defying all possession

Where I am, where I, I am…

Where I am…tasting space

[She said] Stolen waters may be sweet

But the river [itself] is better

Once you slip all the way in

You get…..wetter….

Through the waters, I’ll set you free

As I’ve done before

Ok, [ok] you win, you’ve got me

….But there’s more

Come meet me in the riverbed
We’ll dowse the slipstream

Love pouring into itself

What a beauty full dream

Where I am, where I, I am…

Where I am…tasting space

Beata in Beta

(a Bionian* mantra)

© Willow Pearson Trimbach, Lionessroars Productions, 2024
mantra, vocals, and melody, Willow Pearson Trimbach
cello drone, Moses Sedler
production, Ben Leinbach

Beata in Beta

Beata, meaning beauty

Beata. meaning blessing

Beata, beauty and blessing at once

Beta

Undigested bits of raw experience

Beta

Unformulated fragments

Sense impressions

Not yet available to conscious thought and feeling

Beta

Bits of thoughts awaiting a thinker

Beta

Bits of feelings awaiting an open heart

Beta

Experience waiting patiently in the dark

Beata in beta

Crazy wisdom

In the dark

Lend your third ear

Open your heart

Give me your hand

We are listening in the dark

We are seeing in the dark

We are feeling our way through

Beata in Beta

*Note that ‘Bionian’ refers to the late psychoanalyst Wilfred Bion (1897-1979) who described ‘beta elements’ referred to by this mantra.

With gratitude to Stephen Bloch, Adam Shechter, and the Michael Eigen ‘workshop’ mandala, together with the California Institute of Integral Studies PsyD international alumni conference ‘Notes from the Field’, for inspiration, in composing, performing, and recording this mantra.

Cherishing the Real*

What if….cast a dream

What is….brought it through

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer to you

Your light is a beacon

Your darkness is divine

Your laughter threads the needle

Ordinary and sublime

What if….cast a dream

What is….brought it through

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer for you

Not too far away

And not to intrude

Not being here alone

Welcoming solitude

The perfect ideal

Never breaths the air

But cherishing the Real

Allows my heart to care

What if….cast a dream

What is….brought it through

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer with you

What if….cast a dream

What is….brought it through

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer with you

Not too far away

And not to intrude

Not being here alone

Welcoming solitude

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer with you

Now cherishing the Real

Is my daily prayer with you

*By ‘Real’ I refer to and extend a pointing out advanced by psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan: it is inconceivable and, paradoxically, nonconceptual, as that which “…is beyond, behind, or beneath phenomenal appearances accessible to the direct experiences of first-person awareness.” (see https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/lacan/)

Willow Pearson Trimbach

Caesura’s Cry

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