Dream Song November 16, 2010Posted by The Typist in 504, cryptic envelopment, Dancing Bear, New Orleans, NOLA, Poetry, Toulouse Street.
In Delia Tomino Nakayama’s poetry seminar we spend a few periods free writing, sometimes with a suggestion (but not an assignment). Yesterday’s topic was Dreams and I wrote this and thought I’d capture it here as it seemed to spring fully formed from somewhere in my mind.
I seem to spend most of the night in REM sleep, wake frequently from dreams all through the night. This particular disorder is a typical symptom of insomnia or sleep deprivation, but I am infrequently truly insomniac, often go easily back to sleep from these episodes. Is this a disorder in the clinical sense, or more a temperamental disorder of the humors, a part of who I am (Gemini, Sagittarius moon; blue eyed once blond now white; shy at first but garrulous once started). Is it perhaps a reason why I am compelled to write, the Spring tide river of images and floating fragments of stories that rush through my sleeping brain? When I wake with only the vaguest notion of the recent dream but have grasped, in that moment, that perfect line I struggled with before and cannot sleep unless I write it down, perhaps under take an entire revision knowing I will suffer for it in the morning, I do not think this is insomnia but something akin to inspiration. The disorder is not my own but the world’s and the poem the only antidote.