Now that's a dream, Jon
maybe a snapshot dream?
I think I'd *want to wake up before my turn came, but...
Doug
On 19-Apr-05, at 6:31 PM, Jon Corelis wrote:
> Last night I dreamed that I flew to Egypt. When I arrived at the
> airport I
> was met by Anwar Sadat, apparently now an ordinary citizen, since he
> had no
> entourage. At customs and immigration, an official asked all the
> poets to
> line up separately. So a group of a half dozen or so people got out
> of the
> line and gathered at another place in the airport. I arrived last
> among them
> and boldly and sneakily placed myself at the head of their line, but
> for some
> reason I was interviewed last anyway. An official asked each of us
> whether
> our poems were available on the internet, then led each poet in turn
> to a
> computer to check out that person's poems. I waited anxiously for my
> turn,
> wondering whether the traditional Arab respect for poetry would
> outweigh in my
> favor the potentially controversial political and erotic content of
> certain of
> my pieces. Before my turn came I woke up.
>
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Douglas Barbour
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University of Alberta
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and heart one
ground to walk on,
field to plough.
Robert Creeley
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