Dreamspace Poem by gershon hepner

Dreamspace



In the dreamspace lies a source
that flows to keep the dreamers moist,
till the dry words of remorse
wake us, crying to be voiced,
and the languid lines that coursed
through the details of the dream
blur and waking, we are forced
from the bed to leave the stream.
Pleasures that the dream endorsed
now to censors are subject
and with pleasures once outsourced
we no longer may connect.

Christopher Hawthorne writes about Frank Lloyd Wright’s Taliesin in the LA Times, September 3,2006 (“At Wright’s Taliesin, maybe the walls can talk”) :

IT won't take long for readers of 'The Fellowship, ' an ambitious new study of Frank Lloyd Wright by Roger Friedland and Harold Zellman, to realize that the book is no ordinary exercise in architectural history. Maybe it will happen on Page 8, when the authors describe the teenage Wright daydreaming about sex, drifting into his 'moist dream space.' Or on Page 17, when they write that the young architect was so entranced watching his mentor Louis Sullivan at the drafting table — 'the languid lines coursing through his ornamental detailing' — that he became 'ashamed by his own pleasure.' It will certainly have become clear by Page 47, when we learn that the mystic Georgi Gurdjieff, a Svengali of sorts for Wright's third wife, Olgivanna, possessed a 'feline yet powerful body' and eyes that 'could penetrate one's psyche' and 'bring a woman to orgasm from across a room.'

After I wrote this poem I was made aware of this Paul Simon song:

So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright. I can't believe your song is gone so soon. I barely learned the tune So soon So soon.
I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright. All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long.
CHORUS Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view. When I run dry I stop awhile and think of you
So long, Frank Lloyd Wright All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn. I never laughed so long So long So long.

9/3/06

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