Dreams and Imagination

The eye which sees all objects reversed retains the images for some time.

Who would believe that so small a space could contain the images of all the universe?

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

A sight to dream of, not to tell!

Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

But there’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.

Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery— And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of Remembrance stir That send me reeling in.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax— Of cabbages—and kings— And why the sea is boiling hot— And whether pigs have wings.”

Ah, pray make no mistake, We are not shy; We’re very wide awake, The moon and I!

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

Saturday mornings we listened to Red Lantern & his undersea folk. At 11, Let’s Pretend / & we did / & I, the poet, still do, Thank God!

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship, My senses have been stripped, My hands can’t feel to grip, My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’.

when the world is puddle-wonderful

It was a miracle of rare device,

Many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese—toasted, mostly.

All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is.

Rob the average man of his life-illusion, and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.