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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Saturday







Stayed up last night and posted branches after being out all day and night. Slept in. Would like to sleep more, but the sun is up and that's it. The trees in the light are beautiful. The sun is not yet high enough to shine full on anything else.

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Well when you buy a lamp for $5.99 what'll you think happen? So don't do it twice. The third hide in the basement.

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Why this visceral bellow against the great divide between poet and teacher? Probably because it fucks with my day-to-day, and nothing else. But look: I can't get anywhere if your poet isn't always already teacher. And: lots of us in classrooms? Stop with the jekyll hyde long enough for me to hear you.

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Woman must buy shampoo. In this she is resolved.

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Woman bought shampoo and a new film camera. In this she is unresolved. The bulbs she bought don't fit her lamps. In this she is resigned.

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Camera: in this she is in love.

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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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