One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Fireblossom Friday "Perchance To Dream"
Inspired by my desperate desire to sleep for about twenty hours, a desire that will not see fruition any time soon, I bring you a challenge to write about--or from--a dream.
You can write about someone having a dream, or experiencing a dream-like state. You can write based on something you dreamt yourself. But let me be clear, I am talking about night-time, sleeping-type dreams, not dreams as in dreams of world peace or suchlike.
So draw the blinds, get out the opium, dial up your sleep number bed, and run naked down the street to your old school to take a test you haven't prepared for. No haiku, no reruns.