To write about psychoanalysis as poetry is risky; it might even be considered inappropriate, reckless and outright dangerous. To be clear, I do not intend to write about how psychoanalysis might be employed to interpret poetry, about how certain poets have taken inspiration from psychoanalysis, about the creative dialogue between psychoanalysts and poets, or about the healing power of poetry, but about how psychoanalytic theory and practice, and especially its Lacanian modality, is inflected and refracted by poetry. My argument is that in the Lacanian tradition, the psychoanalyst is expected to embrace the richly evocative playfulness of the ars poetica, which celebrates the polyphonic musicality of language whilst simultaneously adhering ...