Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(8/3/2005 6:57:00 PM)
Mary, I had a dream last night. In it I was cranky and upset with you, I called your work all kinds of names and didn't stop there. I mounted personal attacks on your hairdo, your legs, big toes, dimples, wrinkles and the sound of your voice. I called your pets vermin and your house a shack of dilapidation.
I woke up this morning and thought to myself how very strange dreams can be and then saw your messages on the forum. They revealed, on this fine and sunny Thursday morning, that you not only write from the heart but that a very close link must exist between it and your brain. I don't know if 'down-to-earth' would do you justice but I am glad that the above was only a dream. I would have never said a mean word to you in real life : -))