Lecture Series 97

this is how he tells it: &#009 like a dream&nbsp&nbspdreamslow/ vivid and acid/ falling. like waking to a flim critic lounge-ing across yr bed analysing the dreams y've just had:  &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&#147derivative imagery lifted wholesale from Slaughterhouse-5, eraserhead&nbsp&nbspobscure fantasies of john crowley&#148 &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspno no sez the newspaper reader the pretentious &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspit's homage &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspan evocation shake that off &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspit was pretend &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspa dream dreamslow falling and the boy falling and dreamvivid terror and dreamwaking&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspfigure what it cd. mean &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspthe story from the middle dreamdarkness total dark midnite ocean and &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspdrowning. dreamdarkness ocean vast intimate as a &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspcloset fall fall &nbsp&nbspinto ocean dark stormmidnite and &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspdrowning a boy &nbsp&nbsp all his clothes oceandeep &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspwhite waves it's a matter of ratios &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspsurface and volumn something about surface he tries to think like a bug on the top of the water he tries to breathe frogskinned must be plenty of O in the crushing foam &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp he's bugskinfrogboy &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp wishing to be a shark &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp he's drowning but he's falling dreamslow &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp and dream ages to touch solid bottom &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp (never make it&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp too &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp much&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp hungryswimming)
water is the first element darker than stone &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspthe boy (fox) is (fox) not (fox) thinking (fox) &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp about (fox) stones (fox) &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp water opens water
the water like a film of rising bubbles run backwards &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp the water &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp No, collapses storm wavescrashing forgotten and the boy is falling

water is the first stone colder than ice
fist the fire thirst the fish fire stones fist thirst fish stop &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp stop.

once:––there was.
stars and grass.
all y˙˙˙ need to know.
later, we found rocks.
(we had forgotten about
water)
then;
again––it was all of us.
w/ fire, we discovered wood.
and around:––we found
ourselfs around the fire/
this was good.
we had that; a bunch of word
some that meant things
others y˙˙˙ point w/, most words didn't mean anything
just ideas, stuff to talk about.
(we had a lot of Time
on our hands)


can y˙˙˙ hear it?
the sounds words make
linger in yr chest, leave
impression on yr throat
then it was:––we knew;
words are alive
forms w/out presence
absent seas
(NOW, y˙˙˙ see,
we remember–––we came out of the water the dolphins our cousins
taught us to sing
we left the sea
to sing of monkey things)

i didn't write down the lecture, just the notes passed back and forth between psychic^ks on other planets.

falling backlight to the home you've never been. II.
these roads are familiar: i've been here before. again.
the red road looks blue.
looks brown. turns green.
All roads lead to the black stone. an index of metals.

how 4am turns to 5:30 and hope of returning to bed turns toward the idea of coffee. Coffee!

the Night Watchers sit awake waiting. When They left, taking Them away, They told Us, “Wait here forever and make sure nothing happens.”

Well, i made Nothing^k happen.™ [i marked iT^k with a k, for kenne. It's o.k. w/ Me–– if y˙˙˙ use iT^k.™] and it's been forever already. can i go Home now?