I had a dream last night that I was standing on the steps of a building much like the Met, but instead of Fifth Avenue, I looked out onto a plaza with a fountain that led into a park. And poetry was scrolling through the air. There was a little eddie of stanzas near the fountain. Words like birds zipped across the sky. Some were dancing ribbons of syntax.
I spent the rest of the dream trying to write down what I'd read. I was constantly looking for notebooks or making sure I had my notebook with me. But, just like writing in real life, I never quite got down exactly what was in the air.
The poetry wasn't biblical, but I remember thinking that the title should be Proverbs 18:21: "Death and Life are in the power of the tongue".
I spent the rest of the dream trying to write down what I'd read. I was constantly looking for notebooks or making sure I had my notebook with me. But, just like writing in real life, I never quite got down exactly what was in the air.
The poetry wasn't biblical, but I remember thinking that the title should be Proverbs 18:21: "Death and Life are in the power of the tongue".
Good to see you back in the saddle again. More please.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir. Happy to be back.
ReplyDeleteKeep looking up- it's your gift.
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