1 Comment
⭠ Return to thread

New York dreams: I once dreamt I was buying a tract from Moondog and he started talking to me and then we wandered over to a park bench somewhere (dreams are so damn indistinct) and he was telling me about his life, which was nothing like his real life, he was in the Merchant Marine and told me I should go to the South Seas and then he was more like Walt Whitman and said I should keep writing poetry.

Dreams like that make me envy the psychotic.

Expand full comment