Thursday, August 23, 2007

Postscript to "Anon"

"(Usually in these dreams of home you prefer the landscape to the right - broad night-lawns, towered over by ancient walnut trees, a hill, a wooden fence, hollow-eyed horses in a field, a cemetery... Your task, in these dreams, is often to cross - under the trees, through the shadows - before something happens. Often you go into the fallow field just below the graveyard, full of autumn brambles and rabbits, where the gypsies live. Sometimes you fly. But you can never rise above a certain height. You may feel yourself being slowed, coming inexorably to a halt: not the keen terror of falling, only an interdiction, from which there is no appeal... and as the landscape begins to dim out... you know... that...)"

Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

1 comment:

Inverarity said...

On a lighter note, I can't count the number of important concerts (Pink Floyd, Neil Young, Low, John Cale, etc.) I've missed in my dreams because my brain got me tangled up in other matters. Dammit.