the Side Street Mystery

thoughts of return?

Need a little fairy dust

my last swing state Michigan Halloween (another election) how things repeat

 

who does look and see me really; I find at least some physical evidence at last:) there may be hope my readers*

He says, sitting down in front of me 

    “perhaps he was just a raft….”

and he looks at me now as he says, 

“to bring you to shore so that —you meet me….perhaps that’s all he was capable of but…. what if I can actually …. see you? ….you are even more beautiful in person than you appear in your photos.”

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so lost in mistranslations of meanings

….years ago I had such a weird dream.which often do happen.to me.why do I remember this one?it haunts me ever still ….it was a dream….but like me, it evoked symbolism 

to wake up to this —

It recalled ….Dante!!!! 

     and my obsession with symbols and symbolism 

         as an artist.among artists.because a poet often reverts to symbolism 

    to say 

         what may be just tooo….. painful

to say 

you see?

So we don’t laugh at the poets. it is not pretentiousness. it is the need to say what is pressed so hard against the breast to —require that it be ….

        expressed

mark a page?a life.an acknowledgement of existence ….here lies the physical remains of a a soul that once walked the earth —in physical form 

well—anyway, my dream…. it was a sort of reference to the part in the Devine Comedy

      the part with the tree 

In my dream ….you see…. weirdly it was my school in the Netherlands. Not the Montessori one—but the other I was forced to go to after …. I’ve not gotten to that part 

So anyway, in my dream as I still vividly recall we were all tied to the branches of that enormous tree in Dante’s narrative —there was the most popular boy at my high school; the Hague where I was transferred —he was up at the top of the tree 

   he was the one who made that recent remark i mentioned of us winning the lottery young having got to live abroad in a culture rich in history and art— I’d call him the archetype of that all American popular boy  in every way and —he married the most popular girl; cheer leader at our school ….in my dream we are all trapped; tied to this tree, like in the Devine Comedy 

Why do I mention this ….now? It seems significant ….in line with how we are all connected somehow and all share the same collective soul on a certain level; good and bad —no not to embrace bad but to see what it requires the Celf to learn 

I also think of whatever draws; pulls; seduces me like a magnetic force to cause me to not rest until ….i exhaust for which any meaning could possibly be drawn

    then withdraw —as the mind influences and biases 

Nobody’s daughter for the love of (courtney) love 

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