Surfing at less than 33.6kbps is -- well, not really surfing. And so it feels a little odd as a blogger not really being able to read anyone else's blog, at least until I return to San Francisco. I don't what Tim Yu or MacDiva or any of these folks (I'm only filling in the urls from memory) are up to. (It doesn't help that Blogger templates make extensive use of tables which have to be loaded in their entirety for the page to display.)
For instance, I completely missed out on the whole WinePoetics - CorpsePoetics name change -- what was that all about? (I'll have to look through the archives.) An Exquisite Corpse reference, perhaps? Lilacs from the cold dead ground?
The image that came to me, in any case, was not of death, but of sleep, though they're close enough. As I've written before, I see words just before I go to sleep (I literally see them on a printed page), in that hazy period between oblivion and wakefulness -- as if the unconscious prematurely takes over and starts filtering the dream-material before I'm actually asleep.
Hypnagogia, I think it's called. Is that right? (Is hypnagogy, then, the act of receiving the words, as a pupil?) I seem to remember the music lore about either Richard D. James or Kevin Shields, who would keep awake for days at a time and then start composing.
Like last night:
The stammer of orchids.
The language of frost.
A container of bees.
Who knows what it means? I don't. But I had to get up, grab pen and paper, and scrawl the words in the dark.
Then, a caption underneath a photograph of water:
The Ganges does not see you.
Posted by the wily filipino at July 3, 2003 07:00 PM"Exquisite corpse"? Too obvious. But, synchronistically, this post relates to the name change....you can investigate when you return!
Eileen, the drunken Corpse aka "stammering orchid" (good one!)