tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post6425868229103738932..comments2024-03-28T13:41:01.132-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: Dream Replicas of OurselvesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-49484619984356120872017-02-03T08:35:08.629-05:002017-02-03T08:35:08.629-05:00the title of this post reminds me of a procol haru...<i>the title of this post reminds me of a procol harum song - "the dead man's dream" - trigger warning - as one might imagine from the title, the song and the associated video are on the morbid side - <b>keywords: graves, coffins, corpses, rotten, maggots</b></i><br /><br />Words by Keith Reid <br /><br />As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed <br />And a bundle of newspaper under my head <br />I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be <br />Concerning myself, and somebody like me <br /><br />We were in some city, the stranger and me <br />The houses were open, and the streets empty <br />The windows were bare, and the pavements dirty <br />I asked where I was; my companion ignored me <br /><br />We entered a graveyard and searched for a tombstone <br />The graves were disturbed, and the coffins wide open <br />And the corpses were rotten, yet each one was living <br />Their eyes were alive with maggots crawling <br /><br />I cried out in fear, but my voice had left me <br />My legs were deformed, yet I moved quite freely <br />My head was on fire, yet my hands were icy <br />And everywhere light, yet darkness engulfed me <br /><br />I managed to scream and woke from my slumber <br />I thought of my dream and lay there and wondered <br />Where had I been? What could it mean? <br />It was dark in the deathroom as I slithered under <br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IK_vthmSSlQ<br /><br /><br /><i>i am also reminded of james tate's last poem, found in his typewriter, which ends:</i><br /><br /><b>a policeman stopped me on the street and said he was sorry. He was looking for someomeone who looked just like me and had the same name. What are the chances?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b><br /><br />http://www.blckdgrd.com/2016/03/he-was-looking-for-someone-who-looked.html<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i> </i>mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-82987630855144476542017-02-02T13:23:13.607-05:002017-02-02T13:23:13.607-05:00Thanking 4 Linky Love. If I was a smarter and more...Thanking 4 Linky Love. If I was a smarter and more energetic Dog, I'd write my own analysis of These Times but just can't <i>Pull It Together, Sport</i>, to do that, so I am pass-through. Thinking about a graphic novel.Mongo, At The Momenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00973606827337262084noreply@blogger.com