In the midst of one night, I dreamed;
So vivid and real that dream seemed,
That dream: a simple dream that
Still swims in my mind, and still will not cease,
Concerns so prime in me a part,
Defies the laws of words in ink.
By it may be that I live or we die;
Or it may be that we float or we sink
While swimming in this dream;
Though it could also nothing mean,
May even nothing seem.
It was a night of yesteryear
When I dreamt that dream again,
A dream that needs a tender say,
That dream about a stream.
It was the night of yesterday
When I dreamt that dream again
And saw in it the things I saw,
In that dream about that stream
And one way, that waver in my mind,
Which both meander in my dream.
That dream is here and lives today,
The dream that lives since yesteryear,
Trapped in this strange dream again,
This dream about a twisted way
Which twists and meanders away
With the rise and fall of distant hills.
These dreams we have: mere ‘beams’
Of Light by which surrealism is seen,
Have since olden times the men misled,
Gushing out fate’s blood shed
Which mustn’t have been bled:
Coming and going and coming again, ...
And going again, as it’s always been.‘Dreams should, or never,
Be believed, my child,’
Said once a man I met in a dream,
His voice so mild, and his face so old;
And his eyes so wise, he said:‘Never now, or once and forever,
Or never changing by time.’
Indeed! A bell that rings well
Never changes its chime!
For heaven or hell I’ve been living some;
Yet now, I don’t know what will come.
PS: This is a kind of “difficult” poem written by me in Africa when I was still a teen, many years ago now … It’s interesting, in retrospect, to discover that one’s “feeling” (one’s “vibe”) in life can
remain the same sometimes, basically, changing just through maturity and through the journey of time … Quotable Quotes On Language:“ ... Make language stammer, or make it ‘wail’, stretch tensors through all of language, even written language, and draw from it cries, shouts, pitches, durations, timbres, accents and intensities ...”[/i]
From A Thousand Plateaus
: G. Deleuze
and F. Guattari.