Candice's Ginsberg / Hopkins piece is a prose poem in itself, and a delightful one. I've borrowed other people's dreams for my poems, but never had one I could use myself as far as I remember, except the ones that are wellknown themes like falling and paralysis. The Russian chessplayer Bronstein once dreamt a game of chess which he wrote down when he woke. I've seen it somewhere and the moves were all legal. Best wishes Matthew >Soon after Allen Ginsberg died, I dreamed he summoned me to "the other side" >(as that space was called in my dream) to take down as dictation--and take >back to "this side"--a collaborative poem he was composing with Gerard Manly >Hopkins, up and over there. What I mainly remembered on awaking was the >hours and hours of transcription--the dozens of yellow legal pads I went >through in recording every word they said (and how sore my right arm and >shoulder were as a result)--but also the way it set my teeth on edge in the >dream whenever Allen called Manly "Ger," and how thrilled I was when he >dubbed me "the shebop" (which Manly immediately corrected to "sheBOP"). > >As for what I brought back to this side after all that--the great work of a >collaboration to die for--it had come undone in the sidewinding course of >its bordercross-stitching and been distilled to a single, essential >Ginsberg/Hopkins line: "Fuck the lark." >