In the dream I am in the hands
Of two women, perhaps on a beach,
A couch, or a bench on a country lane,
Fully clothed as at theater or public
The dream seems to order its own ripe
Theatrics after what seems like a merciless
Induction round sprawled out on the night stage
In his “The Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious” Carl Jung writes extensively about the anima concept or archetype which he considered of paramount practical importance to the psychotherapist. He reminds the reader that his notion of anima, a…
In the dream the earth seems to awaken, then uncover
A form, a buried memory, half-forgotten theatrics
And endless pages of notes and lines of memory
In the dream Venus rules the night sky, shedding
Light on an antique table displaying a solitary
Mushroom that some voice tells me
I’m taking a zoom-delivered psychology class on the dark masculine that includes the movie “Fight Club.” It’s been more than twenty years since the movie shattered male jaws and restful sleep but it still resides restlessly in the unconscious of some young men. A…
She comes as if at the end
Of a prayer, the budding enterprise
Of a man’s dream
Or the habit of his projection
It was Carl Jung’s suggestion or perhaps his curse that a man as he ages should pay more attention to his inner feminine or his Anima side. In Jung’s view, a man can never find his full self by endlessly beating the masculine drum and projecting onto women…
That night Colette dreamed that she was a robed warrior, a samurai; her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and a knife rested between her teeth. She steadied herself on this medieval stage holding up a mirror that Savonarola had not yet crushed, praising her…
The author aims his opening salvo directly at where men are most vulnerable — right below the belt. And he invites women in as witness.
“Read on, men, and hold your groin if the spirit moves you. Women, read on, and understand…