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(Regarding “Vases”, interpreted on page 23. Our interpretation may be a good one, but Barbara pointed out a better one. On the visit to Story Book Land with the two children, Barbara also visited the display for Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. [The postcard used as object for the session showed Mother Goose.] The Ali Baba display was quite impressive, Barbara said; so much so that she took a picture of Gary, her sister’s young son, in one of the large jars or vases belonging to Ali Baba.

(Barbara had not told us about this. We did not know about the Ali Baba display at Story Book Land, and had no thought of linking up the “Vases” data with this. We have not seen the photo Barbara took of Gary in the giant vase or jar.)

(I should also note that today, with a bit of a struggle, I carried in to 330 a large vase containing long hollyhocks and irises. [...] There were so many flowers in the package that I ended up dividing them among three vases I found here at the house. [...]

(9:49.) At the same time Aunt Sarah, unbeknown to you, might pick up a blue vase, one that you had just seen in your mind as belonging on a shelf in her living room. Touching the vase, your Aunt Sarah might think of the person who gave it to her, now on the other side of the continent. That person, perhaps thinking of buying a present for someone, might settle upon a vase in a flash of inspiration, or suddenly begin humming a song with the name “Sarah” in the title, or possibly even think of your aunt. [...] The last lady might consider a vase, for example, but reject the idea. [...]

A blue vase (long pause) of glass on a stand or table in a smallish room. [...]

A chip on the blue vase, on the left and toward the bottom. [...]

Now, I will speak to the lovely roses in the vase so that you will know I am not addressing anyone in particular. [...]

[...] I told her she’d received at the house a big vase of iris-like flowers from Larry Allen Hummer. [...]

[...] Vases. [...]

(“Vases.” [...]

Flowers somewhere, in a vase or outside a window, I don’t know. [...]

[...] This can be compared in quite other terms to taking an object from one table and placing it in another room, and trying it out in various locations; but we will be working instead with feelings instead of vases, and psychological locations.

[...] Standing in the middle of our living room and looking at various objects, such as a vase, a painting on the wall, a plant, etc., I had attempted to let my mind’s eye travel around these objects so that I could picture within the far side of them.

First I looked at various objects in the living room, such as a vase, a painting on the wall, a plant, and so forth, and tried to let my mind’s eye travel around these objects so that I could clearly picture the far side of them.

(Upon retiring for the night I saw clearly a bed lamp and a yellow china vase or bowl, with dark gold trim.

(Yet for my book I tried crystal gazing, using a round glass vase filled with water. [...]

[...] But now my idea of great defiance was to miss a session, to go out and get a beer and let the psychologist go stare at his old vase or ink spot or whatever he’d chosen for that night’s test.

I am alive again,
remembering a thousand seasons,
arranging and rearranging
Aprils and Septembers
in my mind’s transparent vase
and placing it on the shelf
of my attention—
a miniature still life.