Dreams that bleed
I hate this world—and I love it, too. These are my impressions, in text, of a place so crazy that for a while it made me equally crazy! Do you find yourself trapped in such a world? Are you trying to escape it? Maybe my stories will keep you company while you level up—maybe they'll help you laugh at the ridiculousness that is running through us all. Or maybe this is just junk secreted through a keyboard—nothing to speak of—merely the inevitable consequence of mixing together (as I once did) equal parts blood, breath, dirt, and dreams
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Excerpts
Of Bicycles and Boardwalks and Oceans and Ships Of that first moment of love. Of a strand of hair. Of a grain of sand. Of finding you in me later, of your hair riding on my sleeve, brought to my mouth, to smell, to relish you. Carried you with me all day without even knowing. Carried you on my sleeve, and found you, let you ride, woven into my fabrics, become part of me
Things Said in Dreams I think they’re trying to put me in a mental institution. Today Miss Theobald sent me to the counselor. I think she thought I was sad. Or she might have seen some of the pictures I left in the print dryer. I’m not sure what I left there, but it might have been something disturbing. I think I might have printed some pictures with blood in them. Miss Theobald is very squeamish. She’s easily disturbed. So she makes me leave class to go see Ms. Connor. Miss Theobald sent a note along with me that said I was despondent, and that we should discuss that. I ended up helping Ms. Connor with her book. She’s writing a novel, but she’s not very confident about it. She’s a totally talented woman and I think she’ll make a fine writer. The problem is she doesn’t see herself as a writer. So we talked about what she’s working on and worked on some of her characters. I mean that’s ostensibly what we talked about. Really it’s about her getting over this idea that she’s stuck being a school counselor for the rest of her life. Or that she somehow doesn’t deserve to do—whatever she wants to do. Which in her case is write a book. We just talked a few things over. Nothing major. I think she found it quite helpful
Reviews
Five Stars Are Not Enough by Joan Barbara Simon | Whilst the synopsis on the back cover may lead you to expect a story about bullying, revenge and atonement, in truth, Things Said in Dreams is a masterful exploration of much grander topics or deeper subjects. As I read, I began to ache out of sheer admiration for Dirt's style. By the time I was through, I was paralyzed. Things Said in Dreams is amphibian chameleon hypnotic sardonic manic hypothetical incisive indelible deep treacherous tragic philosophical spiritual unblinking..forgiving. You will forget to breathe. You will never forget Dirt
A New Definition of Narrative Writing by Grady Harp | Things Said in Dreams must be as close to the mentation of a and sexually and emotionally challenged teenager traversing the corridors of her high school and her out of school maze trying to make sense of her pets, her strange boyfriend, her boyfriend's sister (the descriptions of her sensual obsession with that sister's body and accoutrements is at once hilarious and erotic) as any author has accomplished to date. Yes, there is a lot of 'vulgarity' for lack of a better term for early physical exploration, dialogue with her classmates with some very bizarre moments. But the glory of the writing is the ongoing unspoken dialogue our strange girl has with us, the reader. It is all over the place crazy at times, disjointed, flights of fancy, discombobulated for pages, but reading this wondrous work is very much akin to wandering in and out of a performance of Bach's Goldberg Variations—complex, wild at times, tender at times and in the end finding center the way Bach's variations are indeed variations
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