Thursday, April 07, 2005
Last night, I dreamt I'd found a book, a lost play of Shakespeare's. I opened it and inside was not the play but an account of me finding it. It began:
I opened the book. Here unintelligized lay the ecstant radiancy of his ears.
There was more, I had around a paragraph in my visual memory, but as I was writing it down Jonah from down the stairs began singing a song about throwing a sock at Dara's head. And then the sock fight began! And that was waking.
I opened the book. Here unintelligized lay the ecstant radiancy of his ears.
There was more, I had around a paragraph in my visual memory, but as I was writing it down Jonah from down the stairs began singing a song about throwing a sock at Dara's head. And then the sock fight began! And that was waking.
