Dream of Heaven, continued
“…I am going up the hill on the grass behind juniper trees birches the road dusty she is coming up the other side yes there she is look it is who is it not Berty no Molly no a girl with red hair comes through the oak trees beautiful loves me puts out her hand kisses me we are kissing become one face floating in air with wings one fused face with wings Turner sunset and this and this and this and this and this WINGbeat and WINGbeat where whirled and well where whirled and well where whirled and well —”
— Great Circle, by Conrad Aiken, 1933.
Pp. 297-298 in paperback published by
Arbor House, New York, 1984.
For related material, see the poems of Conrad Aiken, the 1947 novel Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry, and the 1936 poem “Altarwise by Owl-Light,” by Dylan Thomas, whose birthday is today.
Surrealist postscripts:
The above dream contains a Turner sunset; a critic once called the work of Turner “pictures of nothing.” For details, see my entry of 8/23.
The time of this entry, 8:28, is a reference to the date, 8/28, of the Feast of St. Augustine, who was puzzled, as many still are, by the nature of time. For details, see my entry of 8/28.