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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."

Friday, September 29, 2006

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Redux: spending time trying to pull it together. There are monsters in it. My hands shook while I worked last night and before reading it aloud to H which is what I always do with the real work--read it to him. H held my hands and talked me down and said insightful things. Structure will be a problem, of course. But now is not the time for finding the book's last shape. I am dreaming it still. Right now. All the practical things around me need doing? Not getting done. Or I'm doing them wrong. I am not paying attention. I'm here stuck on this thing.



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[disappeared it]

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"eleven minutes of awesome": a student rehearsal full of wonderful improv courtesy of Jay Robillard, a current student of mine and the lost son in the alligator suit. Tongue included. Former student Evan Sawdey directs.


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


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