Wednesday, May 05, 2004

 

I've been having a lot of poetry dreams. Like one where I was writing a sestina. One of the end words was "idiot." I don't know if that's a good sign or not. Last night I dreamt that I had to defend my poetics to a man named Vernon Lynton, Esq. who was hiding in my closet. He told me that my work was "too conventionally interesting." Again, I have no idea how to evaluate this.

I've also had poet dreams. A couple of weeks ago, I dreamt that Shanna's husband Shawn and I were hauling bricks in wheelbarrows across a vast suburban lawn. Shanna was drinking an iced tea. She told me to go put on a different shirt because "the one you've got on really isn't that cute." And that was it. Yup.

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