reli[e]able signs

an image diary

"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, April 29, 2006

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Then I got reinvited to dinner just as I got happy about coming home to the porch, so I ate calamari with everyone and enjoyed myself and stayed out with them until they dropped me off around the time I usually hit the alarm snooze. I did sleep in. This is what it looks like.

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from the Annunciation notebook, April 27, 2003:
Chicks, cicadas, rabbit, turtle. And at night in the black black night of the unlit yard the grownups in chairs talking in the dark. And the best magic thing happened when the fireflies came out. Stars in the grass, stars in the trees. I was missing the world when I saw them. Then vestiges in their soft green abdomens, all their millions resting on the surface of the black blank world.
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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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