I wrote up my dream for my blog, but it was such a biting parody of me that for me to print it, whether or not I have the sense of humor to do so, would do it disrespect to suggest I could feign indifference to its brutality, or rewrite it to make that possible.
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I have come to think that the main target of the satire was the perspective of the satirist, which works stealthily because I start off the morning fresh from the emotional connections to the world the satirist created.
& the satirist is very interested in how I conjure what I consider to be authentic in literary culture, which is sometimes mediated through the internet, which makes blogging about it more problematic.
Comment no. 2 is 1/16 of the dream though, if that..
The satirist is parodying all my views of the other, and as the dream involved nightmare scenarios where fear is relaxed, it hides behind both that relaxation and the various others that I think are 'writing' the dream. behind that there's something else.
I have had dreams that are less self-referential, but the dream is saying I don't deserve them now, and behind that taunting there's something which is not self-referential. I just found my notes from one I had seven years ago which was a clean break from self-reference that I didn't think I would recover, but finding the notes just starts a more complicated estrangement. I've made some breakthroughs today which seem to be unrelated to the dream but are dream-related.
it's a strange, difficult-to-recover-from experience, to write about a dream. the act of writing confirms that the dream will effect the course of all that's to come. the writing seems to give it an opening to effect daytime life, but really it didn't need that opening. also, there's the strange matter of taking something as absolutely private as a dream and giving it a public face. the act seems to make the distinction between the private and public more stark even as it partly musses up the distinction.
Every writer has to deal with public/ private in some way and on one level blogging them's an exercise in circumventing literary affectations, long after every sort of theory has been attached to dreams.
There are dreams by writers I revere, just like I have polemicists I revere, and the internet is a toy that they didn't have. Kerouac's dreams are magisterial, even if they were embellished, which I don't think they were.
The problem with polemics online is everyone is trying to seem too rational, since people can agree or disagree with you right then and there. I fall into that trap sometimes. But it still beats those slow printing presses and horse drawn mail carts.
I mean affect
effectations
dreams vs polemics. that's true.
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