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At least there are a few things. At least these few things are talk-aboutable. So he (I) proceeds to relate.
Last night I had a dream about an old woman. Her skin--her wrinkles, creased neatly with an overall symmetry, stretched across the room towards me. And her smile--her lips, smooth and red, glowed from far away. If I were to do this, I thought, it would have to be deliberate. A walk across the room, to the young lips, would have me endure the look (and feel) of her hippopotamus-skin.
She sat on a dresser above eye level and she flashed me parts of her leg. I dont know, I thought, I dont know. I don't know. And then--the painting next to her, breathing and hung, looked at me. It was her, perhaps a little younger. It was her, perhaps more innocent. It was her; two dimensional and temptationless.
I woke up with that decision to make. Unfaithfulness vs. Admiration. These are the kind of dreams that I like. I am not able to see the consequences. Where the dream had me unconsciously living my own imaginitive creation, the dream woke me up at the point where the imaginitive creation must be made in the waking world. I would like to file this dream under the heading "constructive."
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I would also like to note that "It was her; two dimensional and temptationless" should be, in terms of substance, strengthened. There should be something revealed that is a little more under the surface; something that the reader can not read on their own. I stopped here because I could not think of the word that I wanted. If I had it would have allowed me to continue, perhaps for quite a bit longer.
I make this note as a testament to instinct. I feel like I am beginning to intuit structures (what has to be where) in my style (a style that I feel has entered a new phase). This allows me to better edit and identify those parts where I have been lazy; those parts where my intuition has served me well only to have my immediate consciousness fail me.
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To The Best of Our Knowledge on NPR (from Wisconsin Public Radio) is one of my favorite nationally broadcast shows on the station. This morning I am listening in about China. Last weekend it was whether or not white guys can be hip.
www.ttbook.net
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My intermediate fiction workshop is being taught by a graduate student who I often saw in Canyon Cafe last year. I was pretty sure that she was an undergraduate, but obviously she is not. The first time she looked at me I felt as though she recognized me, but was uncomfortable pointing it out in front of the class. I don't mind if she don't mind.
Last night I had a dream about an old woman. Her skin--her wrinkles, creased neatly with an overall symmetry, stretched across the room towards me. And her smile--her lips, smooth and red, glowed from far away. If I were to do this, I thought, it would have to be deliberate. A walk across the room, to the young lips, would have me endure the look (and feel) of her hippopotamus-skin.
She sat on a dresser above eye level and she flashed me parts of her leg. I dont know, I thought, I dont know. I don't know. And then--the painting next to her, breathing and hung, looked at me. It was her, perhaps a little younger. It was her, perhaps more innocent. It was her; two dimensional and temptationless.
I woke up with that decision to make. Unfaithfulness vs. Admiration. These are the kind of dreams that I like. I am not able to see the consequences. Where the dream had me unconsciously living my own imaginitive creation, the dream woke me up at the point where the imaginitive creation must be made in the waking world. I would like to file this dream under the heading "constructive."
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I would also like to note that "It was her; two dimensional and temptationless" should be, in terms of substance, strengthened. There should be something revealed that is a little more under the surface; something that the reader can not read on their own. I stopped here because I could not think of the word that I wanted. If I had it would have allowed me to continue, perhaps for quite a bit longer.
I make this note as a testament to instinct. I feel like I am beginning to intuit structures (what has to be where) in my style (a style that I feel has entered a new phase). This allows me to better edit and identify those parts where I have been lazy; those parts where my intuition has served me well only to have my immediate consciousness fail me.
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To The Best of Our Knowledge on NPR (from Wisconsin Public Radio) is one of my favorite nationally broadcast shows on the station. This morning I am listening in about China. Last weekend it was whether or not white guys can be hip.
www.ttbook.net
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My intermediate fiction workshop is being taught by a graduate student who I often saw in Canyon Cafe last year. I was pretty sure that she was an undergraduate, but obviously she is not. The first time she looked at me I felt as though she recognized me, but was uncomfortable pointing it out in front of the class. I don't mind if she don't mind.