Sleeping Princess Yum Yum

"Bang!" goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van/ see the light ram through the gaps in the land/ many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree/ Til' you near him on the motorway and the tree begins/ to breathe/ Coming in with the golden light/ In the morning/ Coming in with the golden light/ Is the New Man/ Coming in with the golden light/ Is my dented van/ Woomera. "Dree-ee-ee-ee-ee- A-a-a-a-a- M-m-m-m-m- Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti- I-i-i-i-i- Me-me-me-me-me,"

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Vivaldi? that's so obvious.

I am in a pretty slip/nightgown. I am in a loft that is open to the left and right to me but turn around and it's crowded with furniture and quite small. I am looking out an open window onto the city. It seems like New York but like someone has sandblasted all the dirt away and added a strange light. "Spring" from Vivaldi's the Four Seasons is playing and I think how obvious it is but that it makes sense that people like it so much. A woman behind me says "NOW" and a group of people run down the stairs and pick me up and carry me away. They have a surprise for me.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Did you ever find out what the surprise was?

     

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