September 1, 2008
It occurs to me . . .
. . . that I may have been in one of them hypnagogic states you hear tell of.
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. . . that I may have been in one of them hypnagogic states you hear tell of.
16 Responses to “It occurs to me . . .”
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Oh. So you were home the whole time.
Remember that road film of mine? You don’t think that involved any location shooting, do you?
The art resides in the suspension of reality.
You been readin that Trollope feller?
I dunno what Michael’s been reading, but I’ve read that Trollope feller’s mama’s Domestic Manners of the Americans, and it’s a pip.
Okay. Henry James then.
Oh, I’ve read that Henry James feller (even though Cooper don’t much care for him). I’m funny that way.
I never read books by authors with two first names.
Not even Bill James?
did you not know that the hypnagogic state was a form of transportation?
‘you’ve stared at the sun
you are the one
who likes changing from nothing
to one’
Now I may be wrong but I was under the impression the ‘Hypnagogic State’ was a buffer zone between the states of Israel and Palestine
don’t say that or Haggis will go off on one again
but you know these are a very beautiful combination sheila, i’ll wander round your hypnagogic state any time, even cross the red sea
Thank you, Alek. The entrance, you know, is through the looking-glass at the lower left.
Did you really read Trollope’s mother’s book? Is it really a pip?
Indeed I have, and yes, it is. Of course, I go in for that sort of thing.