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2.05.2021 Dream (draft) I. Dream: I’m standing in the enormous cave described adroitly by Keats in Hyperion, with the Titans, as they enact their version of the Stygian Council. Saturn’s voice booms forth in dismay. It gradually creeps into my mind, as I watch his white, oozy beard tremble, that hidden in the dark recesses of the cave, opening out behind me— dark, eerie, intimidatingly empty— that the Titans would have a better time of it dealing with that primordial starkness, its own ooze, then to try to fight their losing battle against newer, more formidable Gods. Go into the cave, come out a winner, peeps. Ride the darkness into more darkness. Oceanus seems to agree with me— he’s reasonable. As he displays the wares of an elevated mind, I notice that the Titans are scowling, rolling their eyes, being infants. Oceanus sounds like an adult. And gets greeted by no approbation whatsoever. The cave behind me, unheard by the Titans, belches in response. The understanding in the air of who Oceanus is, is the resonance of the entire cosmos, which also makes, audible to me, a kind of belching noise. Clymene I refuse to even stick around for. I run into the cave behind me: it’s utterly dark. I send Oceanus a silent wavelength that I’ll see him here later. A voice from the cave signals me to understand something: that nothing in here I will see exists as fully as I do. Don’t expect fullness. But if I can assimilate the craziness of what turns up, I’ll be rewarded to have the Titans serve as manservants to me for a ten-year fling. Thea will even be my geisha girl. posted by Adam Fieled on Friday, February 05, 2021 Post a Comment
Dream (draft) I. Dream: I’m standing in the enormous cave described adroitly by Keats in Hyperion, with the Titans, as they enact their version of the Stygian Council. Saturn’s voice booms forth in dismay. It gradually creeps into my mind, as I watch his white, oozy beard tremble, that hidden in the dark recesses of the cave, opening out behind me— dark, eerie, intimidatingly empty— that the Titans would have a better time of it dealing with that primordial starkness, its own ooze, then to try to fight their losing battle against newer, more formidable Gods. Go into the cave, come out a winner, peeps. Ride the darkness into more darkness. Oceanus seems to agree with me— he’s reasonable. As he displays the wares of an elevated mind, I notice that the Titans are scowling, rolling their eyes, being infants. Oceanus sounds like an adult. And gets greeted by no approbation whatsoever. The cave behind me, unheard by the Titans, belches in response. The understanding in the air of who Oceanus is, is the resonance of the entire cosmos, which also makes, audible to me, a kind of belching noise. Clymene I refuse to even stick around for. I run into the cave behind me: it’s utterly dark. I send Oceanus a silent wavelength that I’ll see him here later. A voice from the cave signals me to understand something: that nothing in here I will see exists as fully as I do. Don’t expect fullness. But if I can assimilate the craziness of what turns up, I’ll be rewarded to have the Titans serve as manservants to me for a ten-year fling. Thea will even be my geisha girl. posted by Adam Fieled on Friday, February 05, 2021 Post a Comment
I.
Dream: I’m standing in the enormous cave
described adroitly by Keats in Hyperion,
with the Titans, as they enact their version
of the Stygian Council. Saturn’s voice booms
forth in dismay. It gradually creeps into my
mind, as I watch his white, oozy beard tremble,
that hidden in the dark recesses of the cave,
opening out behind me— dark, eerie, intimidatingly
empty— that the Titans would have a better time
of it dealing with that primordial starkness, its
own ooze, then to try to fight their losing battle
against newer, more formidable Gods. Go into
the cave, come out a winner, peeps. Ride the
darkness into more darkness. Oceanus seems
to agree with me— he’s reasonable. As he displays
the wares of an elevated mind, I notice that
the Titans are scowling, rolling their eyes, being
infants. Oceanus sounds like an adult. And gets
greeted by no approbation whatsoever. The
cave behind me, unheard by the Titans, belches
in response. The understanding in the air of
who Oceanus is, is the resonance of the entire
cosmos, which also makes, audible to me,
a kind of belching noise. Clymene I refuse
to even stick around for. I run into the cave
behind me: it’s utterly dark. I send Oceanus
a silent wavelength that I’ll see him here later.
A voice from the cave signals me to understand
something: that nothing in here I will see
exists as fully as I do. Don’t expect fullness.
But if I can assimilate the craziness of what
turns up, I’ll be rewarded to have the Titans
serve as manservants to me for a ten-year
fling. Thea will even be my geisha girl.
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