ABSTRACT
The present essay traverses a luxuriant field I have already chewed through on several earlier occasions (Fredericksen 2002, 2005a, 2005b). This field comprises our Jungian relationship to the image, most particularly the image explicitly constructed for consumption by others; it contains fast-growing grasses, and, to my mind, at least a few weeds. So, I am going to chew my cud through the tall grasses and weeds again, from a somewhat different angle, with the help of insights from the Rumanian émigré poet Andrei Condrescu.
