as mentioned, one summer above the casinos at lake tahoe, i read 44 books by and about Jung. i dipped into my shadow, attempting to recover the lost energy wrapped up in my denials. hard to do without becoming someone you don't like! and then your friends, what about them? can they swallow the change? (when he started crossing his legs like a girl, she had a fit. where was the macho man she married?) not everybody appreciates our dark side.
to advance myself - in honor of Jung or as a parody of - i wrote a collection of self-revelatory poems called 'the alchemist'.
Greta Garbo
slipped into my dream
last night.
"My, my," I said, "aren't you
a little old,
or am I young?
Your hands are cold."
Greta Garbo
opened her eyes last night
and invited me in.
I said,
"Greta, my dear,
I'm but a child,
anything else were sin."
Greta Garbo
drew blood last night,
her teeth upon my throat.
"Greta, dear Greta,"
I said,
"I have done so little of note."
come to think of it, just the other day i was thinking of 'the imposter syndrome'. do we always think we're faking it?
read and weep: www.pbase.com/wwp/alchemist
and i keep adding pictures to my summer diary: www.pbase.com/wwp/summer
