tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269595.post109514695023369509..comments2023-07-30T19:22:53.810+09:30Comments on Ruby Street: ten ways of going about morningJill Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11239553936363212721noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269595.post-1095940860234403082004-09-23T21:31:00.000+09:302004-09-23T21:31:00.000+09:30Hi Andrew,
Ah, good story - I only said sometimes...Hi Andrew,<br /><br />Ah, good story - I only said sometimes. It comes together, it falls apart. The way of words.<br /><br />By the way, I don't think I've ever got a good poem straight out of a dream, as opposed to reflecting on a dream when truly awake. Possibly a good line but nver a poem.<br /><br />Cheers,<br />JillJill Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11239553936363212721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269595.post-1095922092218639712004-09-23T16:18:00.000+09:302004-09-23T16:18:00.000+09:30'Two poems become one sometimes' ... Well, that's ...'Two poems become one sometimes' ... Well, that's true, but the opposite is also true. I once woke in the early hours of the morning and jotted down a mess of words that were in my head. Then I returned to bed and slept the sleep of the confused. In the morning the mess turned out to be two equal length poems - 'Sitting Together' and 'Sitting Alone'. Very freaky experience!Andrew Burkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13667691610987101902noreply@blogger.com