to fit the pieces of your absence together
I walk down a narrowing street thousands of miles long
and when I'm at its end I turn and face
your perfectly distant question
asked through emptiness, "Do you miss me?"
and I whisper that I missed you before I met you
there's no change
Within hours of posting this piece I was reading with the tv on and came
to a passage ragging Jung for the naivete of believing in the uncanny in
general, and archetypes in particular since a simpler more reasonable explanation
is cryptamnesia - that is, people consciously forget things, like exposure
to mythological imagery, and then remember it in dreams or trance so that
there's nothing archetypal about it - so says the author - and as I am
reading this passage Bjork's "I Miss You" comes on the TV with the words
"I miss you - but I haven't met you yet - " - and I realize the above poem,
which I just finished working on, has a last two lines which seem to be
an example of my own crytamnesia, apparently derivative of the song without
my being aware of it, thus at once seeming to confirm the author's thesis
by its demonstration of cryptamnesia at work - and denying it, by its uncanny
synchronistic conjunction in time of read passage and song and relevant
poem of mine...
shmoetry
Surrealism
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