Wednesday, October 22, 2008

From a poem

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath (Mad Girl's Love Song)


Luisa Santos said...

'I think I made you up inside my head.' and this happens so often. Sometimes the idea of the real is better than the real. Although, there are so many good surprises and the real is often much better, it's just a question of looking again and under a different light, I guess.

thinker said...

Yes, in our heads we often transform something real into a dream, we make things up. Like in a quote from another poem, by Robert Desnos: "I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real."
I guess we have to pay attention to our dreams as much as we pay attention to reality.

Jo Bradford said...

I love your blog, it really speaks to me and feels very akin to my own blogging. I just wanted to say hello to you - a kindred spirit. All the best.

thinker said...

Hi Jo, glad you like the blog, and i hope i'll find your comments here again.