….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
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