...and you are just a mark, on the map of my past. but i am a road, i wind along alone, all day until the coast... (season poem - gregory and the hawk)
posted by Frances bo bancess at Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Tuesday, November 6
"The products of imagination are most often seen as deformations or distortions of the real - distortions conceived in the service of wish, and created through the sleights of mind as condensation, substitution, negation." Mary Watkins (Invisible Guests, The Development of Imaginal Dialogue, 1986)
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1 Comments:
Excellent quote! I really like it.
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