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."

Thursday, February 14, 2008

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1-9-2008-14



One wonders if I'll ever understand what I'm looking at.

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~Sent off application to University of Arizona Poetry Center Summer Residency
~Got the car registered in the state of Illinois
~Met with a few students
~bought roses, rotisserie chicken, soap, vacuum cleaner
~Met R back at the house: she assembled the vacuum, did all the floors, polished, dusted
~Cleaned the bathroom, mostly
~Ate chicken
~Talked to N
~Wrote to S
~Took tripod photos of the candlelit altar with roses (for H)
~Put clean sheets on the bed
~switched to Perrier and coffee
~Remembered garbage day

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


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