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Friday, September 17, 2004

I HAD A DREAM

 

I dreamed much last night. My guide was a male…personage, psychopomp, what-have-you. He was lithe, rawboned, muscular in the slender way of early manhood, something like a grounded Ariel, or a masculine Artemis. Ephebe was the classical Greek term. He was naked, but I don’t recall seeing his genitals. His skin was very coppery—brazen is the word I want to use, but it isn’t quite right. His body was streaked with smuts, as if he had been in the smoke of a fire.

 

He had with him a poem on a long piece of old, heavy, somewhat tattered paper. He sat close to me on what might have been a large branch of a dead, black tree, a tree that stood on a little rise in rather barren landscape.  He began to translate the text to me, word by word. The script looked like a cross between runes and video micrographs of chromosomes writhing and splitting. The characters of this dream alphabet also had a quality of having been written by someone with very bad handwriting using a scratchy pen about to run out of ink.

 

The spirit or what-not was apologetic at the difficulties, but impatient that that I should comprehend the text before I woke up. Just as it seemed that I was beginning to decipher words and phrases, I did wake up. I remember just two words, near the beginning of the poem.  Sufic Fire.”

 

from Dr. Omed's Book of Dreams


11:52:53 PM    comment []

I almost forgot it's

RAT FRIDAY

G.W. Ratbastard watches the polls.

As his namesake might say, he's on tender books to know the out go of the election.

*Dr. Omed has noted the spread of the meme "Friday Cat Blogging" wherein a blogger posts a picture of his/her personal feline or felines each Friday. Now, Dr. Omed is a civilized man, and therefore has cats about the house, but I would like to introduce a slight twist on this meme. I have a black plastic rat I purchased at the "Big Lots" store for 99 cents. In honor of our all too fearless leader I have dubbed this rat George W. Ratbastard, and I hereby institute a new meme at the Tent Show, that of Rat Friday, and will document the entirely premeditated and carefully arranged adventures of the aforsaid George W. Ratbastard. Say it with me, Pilgrims, George...W....Ratbastard. Feels good to say it, doesn't it? Enjoy.


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