This just in: I try to avoid using the word " synchronicity " unless the coincidence is too great to contain itself in that pedestrian word and a larger one is called for, one touched with a little magic.
This so seems like synchronicity to me. In today's mail, which I open after having written the preceding post, I find at random the following: "For me, the prose poem is a pure literary creation, the monster child of two incompatible strategies, the lyric and the narrative. On one hand, there's the lyric's wish to make the time stop around an image, and on the other hand, one wants to tell a little story. ... Impossible to write, illegitimate in the view of so many poets and critics, it must remain an object of ridicule to survive." [Charles Simic, Orphan Factory {"Poets on Poetry" series, Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1997, p. 47}]
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