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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."

Thursday, April 20, 2006

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Artist: Beth Jonsberg. Yeah, I know her in person. Yeah, she likes me. Mostly.

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...to be stunningly, heart-floodingly beautiful, hilarious, and true. Is that so much to ask?

But I wonder, those of us who edited for Little Emerson, might we finally break our code of silence to speak on behalf of the experiment? Don't call it a representative example if you'd rather not. Just that of the poems I thought beautiful and/or hiliarious and true, only four others, at most, thought so too, of us nine. We didn't manage to publish under the pressure to publish; we didn't manage to get a majority vote in favor of a single poem--much less three or four. I believed at the outset something "true" in the work would bring us to a (coincidental) consensus, but the project has only confirmed my inability--as yet--to see what You see. Well, and Yours too--as yet.

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I kinda like the world that way.

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


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