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[aslant]

my dreams betray me.

last night i found myself wandering the streets of kensal green, matching up the building numbers with a's address. he doesn't know i'm coming? he does? i can't find the right number. peering in the first floor window, a family at their television, bodies and light. i mill around on the street with others, some crowd for some unknown reason. suddenly i think i know he's there and just not saying hello. i whirl around searching every face but if he's there i can't see him.

in the dream i wore unfamiliar and exposing clothing. and also saw a woman nearly hit by a truck (cf yesterday, harvard square: tirescream, car spinning, sudden crunch, plastic flying in the air, traffic skidding around, siren wail as i turned the corner).

watched high fidelity last night. my faith in things restored, somehow.

angst filter: ranier maria [there's no honesty in me tonight].

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[paperhouse.livejournal.com]

yes, dear rilke. which book may i ask?.. i've read only the duino elegies and letters to a young poet. both calming and yet searing.

(here, also, mostly an excuse to say hello to you. you write very well. glad to have found this place. )

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[aslant.livejournal.com]

the rilke: i don't know. i picked up a copy yesterday in the bookstore, just read the one poem. about a small girl curling up in the whorl of his ear. next time i'll buy it.

although the ranier maria bit is from the band ranier maria==-perfect indie for a rainy day. i guess that was yesterday i mentioned the girl/ear rilke poem. hm. i confuse myself, even :)

{i too enjoy reading you. thank you for your kind words)