Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Circus and Haiku
On my Orange Orb blog at Word Press, I wrote a post about a dream I had involving the world of the weird (which is what the Orange Orb blog is about) and haiku. Who knew such things could be connected? In my subconscious, they often are. Circus and Haiku: A Positive Omen for Creativity?
Sunday, July 22, 2018
"Poetry" by Regan Lee at No Shame Theater, Eugene
My first time at the No Shame Theater in Eugene, Oregon, reading my stuff. I was very nervous; hadn't read in public for literally decades (when I used to read at Water in L.A. and other places.) Once I got going however it was great. I'll be back in August. Wonderful people too!
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Meat Counter
Found myself at the meat counter. Dusty, dim, green-yellow puke linoleum,
empty shelves.
I asked the woman standing next to me -- she was heavily sunglassed and wore a terry-cloth turban -- if they had any Operatic Peacock Parfait with Blueberry sauce.
reworked june 2017
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Seminar
Seminar
So the Professor assigns a dream poem.
“Exactly as it happened” he instructs.
An exercise in the surreal even while maintaining academic constructs within a decontructionist model of ironic post-modernistic symbolism within personal narratives.
I read my dream. Exactly as it happened.
The dream had the following: floating zebras, talking mallards, velvet capes, a white-haired woman, nude beneath the moon, and oh,
the giraffe.
I was chided. Told my dream was “too much.” I said:
“Well, I was just folliowing directions. I reported back, truthfully. Tried to be accurate.”
I was asked, “Well, what does it mean? What were you trying to say?”
“Oh,” I said. “I thought we were to just write down a dream we had. And I did. See?” --
... floating zebras, talking mallards, velvet capes, white haired women (nude, beneath moon) and, the giraffe. I don’t know what it means.”
“Well,” said the Professor. “While it’s true exploring the archetypes and motifs within the conceit of the dream landscape wasn’t a part of the assignment, ... still ... it’s ...
too much.”
“Try again.”
regan lee
june 2017
“Exactly as it happened” he instructs.
An exercise in the surreal even while maintaining academic constructs within a decontructionist model of ironic post-modernistic symbolism within personal narratives.
The dream had the following: floating zebras, talking mallards, velvet capes, a white-haired woman, nude beneath the moon, and oh,
the giraffe.
“Well, I was just folliowing directions. I reported back, truthfully. Tried to be accurate.”
I was asked, “Well, what does it mean? What were you trying to say?”
... floating zebras, talking mallards, velvet capes, white haired women (nude, beneath moon) and, the giraffe. I don’t know what it means.”
too much.”
june 2017
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