HEY MOM, HERE IS A FOOT NOTE TO THOSE NIGHTMARES

The outer world is a dream cocoon, a feather bubble, a translucent shell, a
compendium of glass beads and bits of string, a series of endless mirrors in
which to catch the gleam of that most ancient one: the self-luminous,
self-effulgent, birthless, deathless occasion within which Allen or Alice or
anyone can take a peek into the looking glass and behold! What?The infinite
peregrinations of one's own mind. There's the field, the fight and the foe all
tightly wrapped in one. Imagine looking anywhere else, when all the while this
human form is home to endless dragons and is temple to Gods untold. Here I'll
make my stand and fight and worship each day. At night I'll wade into the
arms of sleep singing battle hymns and chanting psalms of praise.

And when little Ali-Bugs raises his sleepy head and says " Who are you Oh God
and what about the nameless deep? Something will murmur from within,

"It's not who I am but where I live and as for the nameless deep,

you remember it as the sheep dip, Foster Falls, Fiery Gizzard,
the ocean at Squirrel Island, Quogg, Tibie Island, the Lagoon of Yalku,

the pool at Hodge Road: these are all but the shadows of that deep

whose real name is MOM.


SEPTEMBER ,1991