Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

February 03, 2006

poem 27

"Not long ago I was crazy and had nothing but my dreams
and notebooks full of dreams. I couldn't make them
come out and live where I lived, so I went inside
to them and dreamed inside the dream."

Keith Maillard, "The Intervention of the Duke: Poems Written in a Time of War".

I miss my favourite writing professor today, author of a "whirlwind of themes... distinctly Maillardian --- religion, music, philosophy, sexuality, class struggle and alcohol." (Says some accurate man named Twigg).

I exist as many people, but I think he is the only one who has ever understood my favourite persona, and all the crazy poems she pens.

I am still working on building my dream inside the dream. Most days this is the hardest thing I have ever done.

Posted by Delire at February 3, 2006 06:55 PM
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