Death Is But A Measured Sleep Poem by Terence George Craddock

I did a few early poems on Greek mythology which I think were rarely read, I have a surrealist painting of Morpheus leaving hades on my lounge wall, Surrealism was interested in dreams, the imagination, psychoanalysis, the psyche, myth and primitivism which is where our love of Picassio steps in. Yes Hypnos and Pasithea had three sons, the Oneiroi (the dreams) , Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos. I have done several poem on dreams, the bliss of sleep perspective in 'Visions From A Dream State' and 'Perspective Stand' which starts with nature and reality then extends into psychoanalysis, probing the meaning of civilization, oppression, power, the soul etc back in March and April 1982. There are a few Greek mythology poems lying around I never finished, one on Bacchus which is traditional, although I posted on titled 'Bacchus' relating to Bacchus and the morph into Dionysus, examining briefly the ancient concept of sacred drugs in society, so Bob Dylan and Sigmund Freud enter as a brief focus point on differing conceptions and perspectives on dreams. The poem 'Bacchus' is very simple and goes not enter the depths of theory into psychoanalysis, which not Freud but Carl Jung explores best. A pity no one grashed the brillance of some of Jung's work and modernised it in an accessable way. But past all that this poem was fun, a simple measured fall into sleep and dreams.