I had one of those back-at-school anxiety dreams, except it kept unspooling. I was going to turn in a compilation of interesting papers on some topic, but I needed to make a new table of contents--wait, it was my thesis, and I hadn't written
anything, just compiled the papers--it would be plagiarism--I had to ask for an extension, but it was the last day of the semester, I hadn't attended any of my classes at all--I didn't have syllabi, didn't even know where the class met--found the class, was still frantically searching for a syllabus when the instructor called me aside to have a scaldingly humiliating discussion about my total failure of her class--I asked for an incomplete and she laughed sadly and told me I'd better go down to the registrar's office and beg them--I had to go to the registrar's office and couldn't find socks and didn't want to go through the floo because it might burn my feet and what was I going to tell my parents about not graduating and how would I ever find a job?
So then I woke up and I was really glad to be awake
. Then I remembered that before that there were dreams of hanging out on a beach with Chris Judge, and I could not figure out why that dream had to turn into crazy school anxiety dream. Hmph.
Anyway! As your reward for reading/scrolling past that nonsense, a very simple meme from fox
: when you see this, post a poem.
William Carlos Williams
The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.
Bonus poem: go read "Voyager 2, Upon Arrival"
by Chris Flowers, in the latest issue of Ideomancer
. Because it's beautiful, is why.This entry is cross-posted at http://dsudis.livejournal.com/547157.html.