aurora borealis

how can it be mine?
and yet somehow, I own it
— breathtaking beauty —
fantastical green ribbon
searing across the night sky

In my dreams, everything without exception symbolises me. If you believe this, then you’ve been hooked in. Lured in by the promise of self-knowledge, to be gained by paying attention to your dreams and ‘interpreting’ them. Psychoanalytical theory is such a minority interest. And so the risk is, one feels part of an elite. A handful of middle class intellectuals interpreting their dreams. It can feel like that. I still haven’t resolved this problem after nearly forty years.


3 responses to this post.

  1. Beautiful poem and well thought out follow-up!


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