Dreams


The Mad Phoenician Meets Julia Kristeva

BEGINNING AGAIN I have been writing the Abject Alphabet since the 1980s, after Kroetsch’s Sad Phoenician, I must be the Mad Phoenician I thought. I met Julia Kristeva when she was promoting a novel which I’ve since given away. I discovered my friend Peter Dueck (rhymes with dew ick) was in Toronto for national meetings as I

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NEGATIVE

NOTHING TO SEE willowy orthopedist tends to (me) black and white film negatives (screen)racked and raised, poised above my caregiver draws my orthopedist’s attention A flash of interest, then look goes pro swivels her gaze to my power chair looks at me differently now maybe figures I come from money exploiting my caregiver or the system pro

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LOOK OUT

EYE TO I  My difference roots around behind my eyes what I see and you don’t is your loss with a sniff the mattress across the hall opens like I imagine clamshell opens with a touch of the sea and choreography contemporary to me but unleashes your contempt  unfurling your curling lip, sharp tongue and

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Last Night I Dreamed I Was Two-Faced

Last night I dreamed I was a reluctant lieutenant  in the Russian Army in Moscow in WW2. I was a two sided personality, a toady that always seemed to comply with every order to give me latitude to steal the art works that were being “saved” from cities under siege. Nobody really knew what I

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DREAM

I have a large section of Dreams going to the Archives, but there are several floaters not pinned to the page yet. Like this one.     I am seated at a lengthy concert in a building older (but not the) than the concert hall, but with more leg room than Pantages’s or the Walker.

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I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau

Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers,

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Dream Illustrated

Dream from the archives. Doctor explaining the pain in my back. Images by Murray Toews.

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Movie of the Week (feat. Jennifer Warnes)

You would think your subconscious dreaming might look like an art film, but this one clearly was running in my sleeping head as a Movie of the Week, featuring Jennifer Warnes, in her fifties, as the love interest.  Might have come into mind when I downloaded The Well, her last album from iTunes the previous

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DREAM October 30

Last night I dreamed a dream. Nick Lowe had agreed to come to Winnipeg to guest with a local band (maybe help with the production of their debut recording). Lowe was impressed by the demo I sent him. He flew from London, spending the night in Toronto before flying to Winnipeg. He arrived at the

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