In another world he said lowering his voice I remember... was it not in another world in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms...

For a long time my subconscious rested in a dark place ticking through memories like a jukebox selecting a record...

Sonnez grelots sonnez clochettes sonnez clochesCar mon rve impossible a pris corps et je laiEntre mes bras press le Bonheur cet ailVoyageur qui de lHomme vite les approches- Sonnez grelots sonnez clochettes sonnez clochesLe Bonheur a march cte cte avec moiMais la FATALIT ne connat point de trve Le ver est dans le fruit le rveil dans le rveEt le remords est dans lamour telle est la loi.- Le Bonheur a march cte cte avec moi.

Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination Strange too that no one of them tallies with another

I had a dream about you. At first you were a mannequin and I was a fashion designer. Then inexplicably we switched roles and I became the mannequin. But instead of putting clothes on me you laughed at my nakedness and you sold me to the owner of a sex shop.

The three of them knew it. She was Kafkas mistress. Kafka had dreamt her. The three of them knew it. He was Kafkas friend. Kafka had dreamt him. The three of them knew it. The woman said to the friend Tonight I want you to have me. The three of them knew it. The man replied If we sin Kafka will stop dreaming us. One of them knew it. There was no longer anyone on earth. Kafka said to himself Now the two of them have gone Im left alone. Ill stop dreaming myself.

When I am at my work each dayIn the fields so fresh and greenI often think of riches and the way things might have beenBut believe me when I tell you when I get home each dayIm as happy as a sandboy with my wee cup of tay

Id known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school Id pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who made her book possible or enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight. Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway Fitzgerald Wolfe

By now you must have guessed I come from another planet. But I will never say to you Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us made of cogs pieces of paper small disks of shiny metal scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts your sunsets your bad dreams your shoes your nouns. Take me to your fingers take me to your deaths.These are worth it. These are what I have come for.

I had a dream about you. You told me you loved me and then you stabbed me with a spoon. Luckily moments before your attack I assumed the identity of a bowl of Jell-O. Later on in the dream as a half-eaten bowl of Jell-O I launched a successful political campaign got elected and moved to Washington DC.