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Dec. 1st, 2001 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslant& i dreamt of playing the entertainer. chords magically springing to memory. a confusion of images. cards, doors, postmen. hands and keys. a musical staff. everything in close up. like professore bernardi's lectures: il primo piano distrugge una realta sforme e oggettiva. his enunciation itself like a primo piano, a closeup. closeups destroy formless and objective reality, he says. so my dreams are like that.
j has gone to meet m clandestinely at the chapel. there are other spies to be avoided; we must not summon disaster, heartache, etc. i tell her the chapel is awfully close to the enemy base. she says they would never dare set foot. i nod and usher her out the door. fight the good fight, i tell her.
she mentions m sends me her hellos, at which i flinch, momentarily.
like this. she is still able to startle my heart into a hurt.
j has gone to meet m clandestinely at the chapel. there are other spies to be avoided; we must not summon disaster, heartache, etc. i tell her the chapel is awfully close to the enemy base. she says they would never dare set foot. i nod and usher her out the door. fight the good fight, i tell her.
she mentions m sends me her hellos, at which i flinch, momentarily.
like this. she is still able to startle my heart into a hurt.
