a dream I ignored (I think) from a while ago - I didn't know how to describe it but it feels important to write it down because I ignored it, quite willfully.

It's a kind of elevated twisting slide, like a waterslide or a luge, on quite high scaffolding. it extends from here across the border into one of the Koreas. 

after a long walk fell asleep on the couch facing the back cushion. wake to the neighbours arguing, palms together and fingers loosely laced above my forehead. the sound is a concrete floor plane and several sharp lines/strips hovering above that at vertical angles, past arguments, virtual arguments. teenage girl slams the front door and calls the lift.

it was a long walk with a neighbour and her baby that made me sleep, we were all too hot. neighbour in pre-grief, a family illness, anger and tension rigid. woodpecker flies to a tree. 'damn it, why are you in a state, my baby?' 'the colour of melanoma is black'. kingfisher flies to a tree, blue wings shining far off. I can't make work in this, there's no hope. yes, I feel that I don't want to spread my misery around. but a project, an event, a container, a funnel, a channel....

"In a moment the plants, the channel, the hollow, the willow, everything was destroyed, everything was ploughed up; without there being, during this terrible dispatch, any other word uttered except that exclamation, endlessly repeated: an aqueduct! he cried as he shattered everything, an aqueduct! an aqueduct!"

J-J Rousseau, Confessions.  Oxford: OUP, 2008. p23

"Besides translating inner images into a painting, for example, we unconsciously translate inaudible sounds into images, or a spring peeper translates its multidimensions aurally.

What sounds like a million frogs is a young mother and her twin girls, flute and voices casting across rustling foliage a dimension not in time but intensity, like light in all the dark places of inner listening."

Mei-mei Berssenbrugge, from "DJ Frogs". Hello, the Roses. New York: New Directions, 2013. 

"my horse"

A dream about LK. the lower half of her face, broad, American housewife face, pretty in a middle-aged way - on a screen - a billboard screen - someone's making a movie or advertisement, mocking her, at the same time it's being projected/played, it's a campaign. It says that she's a narcissist, a fool, something like that. I'm horrified, people have come to this conclusion, it's exposed now, there will be no saving her. the whole town has turned against her. then I find out a little more - I realise there's a reason for it, that she was on a committee and had - self-serving, almost on a whim - decided to block funding for the town football team. the publicity is both a defamation campaign and a neutral/sympathetic documentary about that. she's a 'stonewaller', is the idea from the campaign. 

"let me have my victimhood just this once!"

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