From the restaurant the Mellow Mushroom, a quote painted on the wall...
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Lately His Dreams
"Lately his dreams had taken him to the small village in Iceland where he'd grown up. To the jetty and the mountain behind the village. He had no idea why and didn't think his dreams were of any significance." -Walking into the Night, Olaf Olafsson
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Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Ode
We are the music makers,
And we are the reamers of dreams,
Wandering by long sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful dethless ditties
We build up the wold's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory;
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new son'gs measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying,
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Ninevah with our singing
And babel itself with our mirth.
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
to the old of the new world's worht;
For each eage is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy.
And we are the reamers of dreams,
Wandering by long sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful dethless ditties
We build up the wold's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory;
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new son'gs measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying,
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Ninevah with our singing
And babel itself with our mirth.
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
to the old of the new world's worht;
For each eage is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
-Arthur O'Shaughnessy.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Special Agent Dale Cooper's Dream, from Twin Peaks
One of the most mysterious and erie scenes from the early nineties television series by David Lynch, Twin Peaks, in which Special Agent Dale Cooper dreams about the identity of Laura Palmer's killer...
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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Hieratica Street
"They dream against warm breasts and empty beds of the four black pools in Orlande's house. They stare straight ahead into her pink and gray-speckled mouth, and the red thread sweeps tight against their wrists. On four laps the frog-oracle lays four cards, but they do not look down, yet."
-from Palimpsest, by Catherynne M. Valente
-from Palimpsest, by Catherynne M. Valente
Monday, May 23, 2011
Jackie Evancho: Chasing Her Dreams
Check out this brief interview with the young and talented Jackie Evancho and find out how she is chasing her dreams. You can also hear part of her original song which is, ironically or not, about dreaming...
Jackie Evancho: Chasing Her Dreams, from National Public Radio's All Things Considered 05/23/2011.
Jackie Evancho: Chasing Her Dreams, from National Public Radio's All Things Considered 05/23/2011.
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children,
females,
NPR,
singer,
songs,
songwriters
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Our Idleness
"It is our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface."
-Virginia Woolf
-Virginia Woolf
Monday, January 3, 2011
Dexter's Darkness
Here is an exerpt from the first book in the Dexter series by Jeff Lindsay (yes, this is the same character who inspired the Dexter from the Showtime series, although the novels came first and are quite different in various ways). This is a scene from the first book in the series (ironically?) called Darkly Dreaming Dexter, in which Dexter catches himself having dreamed:
Hello, dear boy, so good to have you back. But where on earth have you been?
That, of course, was the question. I have spent most of my life untroubled by dreams, and for that matter, hallucinations. No visions of the Apocalypse for me; no troubling Jungian icons burbling up from my subconscious, no mysterious recurring images drifting through the history of my unconsciousness. Nothing ever goes bump in Dexter's night. When I go to sleep, all of me sleeps.
So what had just happened? Why were these pictures appearing to me?
Hello, dear boy, so good to have you back. But where on earth have you been?
That, of course, was the question. I have spent most of my life untroubled by dreams, and for that matter, hallucinations. No visions of the Apocalypse for me; no troubling Jungian icons burbling up from my subconscious, no mysterious recurring images drifting through the history of my unconsciousness. Nothing ever goes bump in Dexter's night. When I go to sleep, all of me sleeps.
So what had just happened? Why were these pictures appearing to me?
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books,
C.G. Jung,
Dexter,
Dreams,
Exerpt,
Jeff Lindsay,
nightmares,
novels,
psychology,
Showtime
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