reli[e]able signs

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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, November 16, 2007

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12-11-2006-03




Gail Mazur and Eve Grubin are wonderful women and poets. An honor. Wow and thank you.

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Flew in and out Tuesday, Wednesday, for a poetry reading at Smith College. Remember almost nothing of the campus, and that's the first surprise because my head is full of memories. The second, that I begin to remember all too clearly how much I loved my professors--those are the real memories--and then the beloved professors showed up, all but one. I hugged them as I'm sure the timid student never did.

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The third surprise is it's garbage day, the last garbage day before leaving, and I discover it's possible to stress about garbage.

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