13: In Lieu of a Poem
1. I wrote a long poem on yellow legal pad paper in my sleep last night. It felt like breaking new ground. Today, the only line I can remember is ‘you can’t make these things up.’
2. At one point, while still dreaming, I recalled telling a writer friend the day before that the most important thing I do as a writer is to always stop and take notes when the muse is speaking through me. I wondered, ‘even in sleep, am I supposed to stop everything, wake up and take notes?’
3. It’s a small world getting smaller when you can post a comment on Facebook and get a comment from a boy you went to a high school prom with, a blogger from Texas that you never met in person, the woman you buy clothes from at the Winter Sun, and a woman from Canada who used to publish a magazine called Nurturing that you wrote for in the late 1970’s.
4. I joined a Facebook group that consists of people who grew up in the same small Massachusetts beach town I did, called ‘You know from Hull when…” I’ve been working on sentences to post like this one: You know you’re from Hull when you spend your bus money to a buy a pizza from Paragon Park and you walk home all the way to the village with pink flip flops that keep coming apart.
5. You know you’re from Hull when you remember playing pinball at the Villa across from the church where you made your first Holy Communion before it was sold as a private residence.
6. I have only one friend in Floyd who knows what “I hosie” means.
7. I’m the sort of person who reads a wet paint sign and has to touch the bench to see if it’s true.
8. I was once prescribed by a doctor to listen to classical music while drawing with a pencil.
9. When I reminded my husband that he has a bad memory, he said, “I forgot that I have a bad memory.”
10. I guess my savings account is now considered an “entitlement” in today’s language of doublespeak.
11. The London rioters left bookstores untouched, which prompted the Huffington Post to recently asked: “Did the bookstores survive because the rioters respect reading–or because they simply don’t care about books? A book store employee commented: If they steal some books, they might actually learn something.
12. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside wakes. ~ C. G. Jung
13. My kind of protest graffiti HERE.
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August 17th, 2011 11:40 pm
Love the quote from the book store employee–and he/she is absolutely right!
August 17th, 2011 11:40 pm
I’m not the only one that writes in dreams, yay! So what does “I hosie” mean? 🙂
Happy T13,
~Xakara
Out of the Shadows
August 17th, 2011 11:57 pm
It’s a Boston term for having first dibs on something and tends to be spoken by children.
August 18th, 2011 9:12 am
“I hosie”!!! Gosh, I haven’t hear that in years!!! Love the graffiti 😉
August 18th, 2011 9:45 am
Another classical TT!! Love you! xo
August 18th, 2011 12:27 pm
11. not sure which way I feel about that.
2. I remember I did that and clear as moonlight I was writing in steady lines on the notepad but when I woke up I had written all illegibly over the pad and the side table. Last night I dreamt I stood on the road outside my childhoom home with my parents and I saw a blue van fly out of the woods and spin around the top of our neighbours spuce, topping the tree and carrying it with them on the running board. I looked at my dad and he nodded that he’d seen it too and turned to my mom with my sputter but she was still engaged in her monologue and hadn’t noticed.
August 18th, 2011 4:40 pm
You’re supposed to wake up and take notes. I used to keep a notebook by my bed for that purpose, but found that by the time I put on my glasses and located the pen, I had already forgotten the dream. I once wrote an entire book about a boy who was turned into a rose bush in my sleep. But I can only remember what it was about and when I tried to replicate it, I failed.
August 18th, 2011 5:08 pm
me too on #7. love #12. what’s “I hosie” mean?
August 18th, 2011 5:11 pm
See number 3 above.
August 19th, 2011 5:53 am
You’ve taken the notebook by the bed to record dreams to a whole new level by dreaming of a yellow legal pad and composing a poem on it!
It’s ages since I’ve stopped by here, but I saw your name pop up in TT, so I couldn’t resist popping over.
rashbre
August 19th, 2011 9:26 am
Nice list. Facebook is definitely the way to connect to the world.
August 19th, 2011 10:13 am
Hi Colleen – re your comment about Naomi – I sure did pop around! and it’s described here by me and here by Naomi!