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Evie's Letter Every winter the Phoenix staff votes for a theme to underlie the spring issue. Sex is always the runner-up. This year getting under your skin rules over stroking the surface as our Dreams and Unconsciousness issue challenges your psychological realities. Just when we get to your head, Marilyn KaUet's essay on "Teaching 'Dreamworks'" offers a sense of exactly how dreams can work as tools in creative work. Examine the art, read the words, and celebrate the freedom to explore our perceptions.


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4. The Senoi of Malaysia believed if danger existed in a dream you should confront and conquer it. As I see it, this depended on whether or not you "know" you are in a dream-by this I mean if you experienced lucidity, or the conscious ability to control your dreams. I found over time my control of the direction my dreams were taking growing stronger. The other day I dreamed I was part of the new "Survivor" TV show- as I walked through the fields of Australia--Iong grasses, a breeze in my face, I "knew" I lived in a dream, yet I marveled at the beauty of my surroundings. I remembered standing speechless. In the same way, the "dangers" more intense dreams hold can be controlled. However, lucidity can only work in your favor ten percent of the time. The rest remained up to you. I never knew what I was going to get every time I closed my eyes. Sometimes, in subsequent dreams, I found myself near the farm. There I stood, on its outskirts, near its maze of dirt pathways. I thought about the farmer's quickening breath, the urgency to his step, and the farmhouse I could never quite see, where he kept his shotgun. I wake in the night, sweating.


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Written About I Jenny Darden I. "Falling Forwards" makeup is a disgusting thing at two a.m. lip liner tracing mouth donut-nude from soda cans and other things foundation blotchy and mottled like a reptilian skin being shed mascara sludge raw sewage shit stains collecting around the rim someone call the plumber 'cause the water won't stop running yeah I guess you could say that I am 2000 flushes blue the whole situation so embarrassing that I'm laughing even though

II. "Advice" Someone not so wise once told me that the hardest part is getting started. III. "Would You Like To Come Over?" he does that at crazy hours from payphones buying beer or inviting me to half a basketball game on a night when I'd rather be in my flannel dog pajamas forgetting how to say yes am i invited or just my pussy? well your tits can come too if they want brain and mouth will have to wait outside sorry think my dance card's full tonight Reality: still blaming myself so that he can stay perfect. IV. "What I Really Thought Of Your First Album" If I could be anyone I would be the girl that boys write songs about. I would be the girl who drives too fast, but is never early. I would be the girl who never spills beer on cute boys' pants. I would be the girl who did you wrong and who never really loved you. My name would be a perfect two syllables, and it would rhyme with everything. V. "Apologies" sorry that i love you sorry that you don't love me sorry that you are so annoyed by my virtual inability to complete a VI. "About A Fling" early on a thursday morning you toss a coin (heads you get head tails you get tail) i beside you sitting mid-week sleepy and work-tired smiling and apathetic yes and yes again wishing that the holidays hadn't ended with a call from a payphone the liberal use of the word "fuck" a coin toss chocolate sandwich cookies with a smooth cream filling a soft yes VII. "On The Word 'Fuck'" Should I use the word "fuck" on the next album? All depends on what? The line goes something like this: "I treated her like an object! something to fuck ... "

All depends. How the fuck you using it?

{Paraphrasing Loosely}

Well there's screw, but screw just doesn't have the same ring to it. I thought that maybe I could substitute the word "fuck" with the word "use" As in "I treated her like an object! something to use ... " But that's not really what I want to say I want to say "fuck"

Hmm let's see Is there an alternai.ive? Some word that isn't "fuck" but means the same thing as "fuck" and with the same connotation as "fuck"?

Man if "fuck" is what you want to say then go ahead and say "fuck" Exercise your right as a fucking artist man

everyone else [and me] eating mac and cheese from the same bowl sans fork trying too hard to avoid eye contact pretending too hard that art does not imitate life. VIII. "What I Really Thought About Your Second Album"


You gave me a plastic coffin closed air-tight. You gave me a forced smile. You gave me a puppy but forgot to poke airholes in the box. You gave me a window to a sterile little round disc of a world that I

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I know that you would never try to hurt me Words spoken in bed dipping Oreos into the shared glass of milk that is breaking a cold sweat in his graceful guitar-player's hand i know that you would never try to hurt me Knowing that he would not have to try He is the expert on accidents and everything else only an hour ago watching the Simpsons and tipping back a longneck Small wonder that he thinks himself stylish and unusual Avant-garde even So blissfully unaware of how his criticism stings Of how the venom in his words can seep through my veins to my heart Like the bitch who claimed that I was trying to be Sylvia Plath (Whoever that is) X. uTo Be Written About" To be written about is to be skinned alive and scalded purple with little-girl hurt. To be written about is to know that people are talking about you behind your back to your face. To be written about is to be reduced to a grammatical conquest, two happy syllables that rhyme with everything. Written about, I am not real anymore. I am Laylayougotmeonmyknees I am Roxanneyoudon'thavetoputontheredlight I am Lucyintheskywithdiamonds. uFucking" me like I'm nobody Watching me die from the inside out asking me what it's like so that you can write a song about it.

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Brimstone / Bradford E. Tiee I went to Hell in the pocket of a leather carry-on case, wedged in berween Q-tips and a Trojan. How hot leather is, a second fleshsalted, dried, and infernal. I passed through customs on the outer circle, was sniffed out exiting by Cerberus and a packet of demons in rweed. Don't remember much of the interimBlunt blows, a searing wind, smoke on the air. I came to consciousness in a three-story mall, a Kasbah of jewelers, tailors, and dwarves selling songs for a quarterrwo dimes and a nickel will buy you stock in the soul. I washed myself in the penny fountain. Ex-wives passed in shock at the sightme in the baptismal, trampling wishes. Then I beheld him, the serpent in a garden of potted palms, reclining on a bench reading the Times. He was refined, subduedthe soft-spoken power of a meteor smoking. He studied me over the Business sectiona sea lion observed by a lobbyist for Exxon.

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At the Lake / Emily Lambertsen

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I had no inkling of what I was voyaging into in 1985, when I proposed a class on "Dreamworks: Poetry Writing." The material uncovered by the students over the last seventeen years has been surprIsIng, fresh, authentic, and confident. Poems from "Dreamworks" have tended to trust imagery rather than to intellectualize, to invest images with strong feeling, and to integrate many years and aspects of the poet's experience. In "Dreamworks," students are required to keep a dream journal. Reading aloud from the journals in class helps to bring us into a sense of community. Students always decide which journal material they will present. At mid-term, and at the end of the course, they are required to hand in a specified number of pages of edited journal material. The language of this edited journal must be crafted, "worked," of interest to an outside reader. Each week students hand in a poem drawn from their dream material; the challenge for them is to use language skillfully, to communicate rather than to leave the images in a private place. Immersion in such writing is like learning a foreign language; in the usual poetry workshops it takes about five weeks until everyone is "speaking poetry," the condensed language of images and music. In "Dreamworks" it usually takes two or three weeks for people to start speaking to each others' images and structures by creating their own. The quality of the dream poetry depends upon all the standard devices of prosody. Writing from dreams encourages formal experimentation-by mid-term I see concrete poetry, poetry and art, dream maps, performance pieces and prose poems, as well as more traditional lyrics. Mid-term and final manuscripts of edited poetry also receive grades. Textbooks typically include Robert Bly's News of the Universe, an anthology of Romantic poetry from Blake to the present; In Mad Love and War, by Joy Harjo (contemporary poetry); an anthology of Native American poetry; Rimbaud: Complete Poems, translated and edited by Wallace Fowlie. I have also used Andre Breton's Manifestoes of Surrealism, Nadia, and other Surrealist texts. On the optional list, I add Robert Bosnak's A Little Course in Dreams, a Jungian primer. At the outset, I explain that we are exploring our dreams for literary purposes, not to analyze them or to interpret them. Even the most practiced and brilliant dreamers will have times of not dreaming, or not remembering the dreams. Many students stop dreaming for a few days or even weeks after they start the course-perhaps because they start thinking of dreaming as an obligation. Dreamers are encouraged to note their "resistance," to keep writing, about anything, until the dreams return. I ask the students to use the Jungian technique of "active imagination" in exploring their dreams. Using this tool, they can continue their dreams, learn from the images and characters within, probe them and bring back insights and a sense of closure. This activity requires a kind of attentive daydreaming, where one allows the imagination to play over the images from a dream, to ask questions. Rose Becallo showed me a dream-journal entry that included the image of a cauldron. I suggested that Rose should use active imagination to let the cauldron "speak." She came to the next class with the following poem: The Cauldron's Reply My ladle clangs against her walls and she cries "Boum!. . .HMM. .. HMM . .hmmm. " Her voice travels round and round her lip. "Deep is my cavern, wider and blacker, thicker than this night. Talk into the hollow where I cradled hot boiling lye, the scent lingering in my pores. Take hold of the rim of me, the gristle of my cast-iron edge, worked up through the blazes of old toils.

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Rose's poem holds its own lyrical magic, centered around images connected with maternity, magic, and witchcraft. For her Master's thesis, Rose presented a book of poems called The Cauldron's Reply. From the dream, the poem, from the cauldron, a wealth of creative life. Over a semester, dreams often provide the poets with the opportunity to explore difficult emotions, and to grieve when necessary. Claire Hall wrote wonderful poems about her grandmother's death which had hit her hard. Claire's concise poem recalls healing songs from the oral tradition: Dream: I Join My Grandmother The fire that warms our house is slowly burning its timbers. Grandmother says, It's been good to have this time. There's so much to die to. [ hope [ die like a good fire, too, bones rotten with heat, collapsing into smaller hotter piles till there's only what a breath could blow away.

At the beginning of the semester it is common for students to record dreams about swamps, dark places, tunnels, basements, etc. The journals tend to support Bosnak's outline of the alchemical sequence Jung saw frequently in dreams. At the start, the dreams often take place in the stage called "nigredo," (Bosnak 67), a desolate place which can be a signal that a transformation is about to occur. This positive way of relating to the "dark" images is helpful to the writers, as it casts even the difficult material in the light of self-discovery and potentially useful imagery for poetry. Drew Dumsch's first edited journal entry began: "1. walking through gray wasted streets (Waste Land?" streets are dark and yet there seems to be much movement from behind (inside) the buildings." The end of this entry outlined serious concerns: "I look into the window with much curiosity and inside I can see these acts: suicide (man about to hang himself), pin-up women undressing, young people smoking (drugs), rape? murder. .. " The ensuing dreams record images of sunken ships, sharks, earthquakes ("I begin to fall in but I'm pretty well willing it not to end here ... a cassette tape (among others) falls past me and I grab for it ... ") Drew saved the memory of the journey, the record, and the feelings: "I can only save one thing of remembrance and it is a card made by a little girL.such a sweet sad feeling this sacrifice ... " Drew began to cherish the artwork created by the little girl-by the opposite, or "anima" figure. The final passage recorded in the mid-semester journal by Drew Dumsch depicted him in a playful mood, at a prom. His date, "Jennifer Joyce," was wearing "white chiffon," and as to Drew's costume: I am funky clad: tan suit with black bowtie, shoes, suspenders, white tux shirt. on my head a Frank Sinatra hat, black shades too. Dancing like a maniac and everyone's hip to it until [ do the famous cosmic lift move, hoist myself in the air by the crotch and hit some poor blonde next to me in the nose with a stray elbow...

Drew depicted himself as the Trickster, the archetype of the artist in his playful mood, the anarchist but also the culture-giver. At heart a writer of fiction, Drew was letting me-his poetry teacher-know that he was taking "Joyce" to the prom. Sexual energy is the artist's source of movement and flight here, though he's a comic and his slapstick won't help him him much with the blonde. These images integrate the "black shades" with a white tux; white signifies the "albedo" in Jung's schema, the world of reflected light and poetry (Bosnak 67). The hint of the next stage (If cor:sciousness, the "ruSedc" in Jung's theory, showed itself ir: the tan suit ;::.nd the "blonde," whose coloration suggested the "light," the movement toward meaning, and "the path oflaw" (Bosnak 72). When students are conscientious about recording their dreams over a semester, their journals that begin with images of pain often end with lines that explicitly speak of relief. Mter working through difficult material concerning her father, Jennifer Murrian concluded her midterm journal with this dream: "I have a pain in my foot that has been with me in waking for years. It is in the area just under my toes. I know that it is a piece of glass. I pull it out with tweezers with relief." The faithful work of recording dreams and shaping them into poetry often results in narratives or images of healing. The writers in "Dreamworks" tell their dreams in their own words, inscribing themselves in poetry as they envision themselves. Over a semester, dreamers often move closer to the center of their dreams in terms of spatial images. So many transformations have taken place: dreams to words, dreams to poems, self to creative self Embracing transformations is part of the lesson of "Dreamworks"-we learn to shape our dreams, to become active toward them, as they send us back into our lives with new clarity and enthusiasm. Marilyn Kallet Acknowledgements: The dream poems and excerpts .from student journals are reprinted by permission ofthe authors. I am gratefol to each of these poets.


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