Slumbering Genius
Yesterday, Michael Swanwick pointed readers of his blog to a collection of excerpts from his dream diary, which was published in the Readercon 13 program under the awesome title of Lord Vacant on the Boulevard of Naked Angels. As it turns out, the man is just as brilliant in his sleep as he is awake. He dreams in fascinating fragments of prose, filled with beautiful scraps and haunting imagery. I’m jealous. My dreams are nowhere near that coherent, or interesting. At the same time, I’m grateful that the world contains sleeping minds capable of dreaming like that. I’m also grateful that, thanks to Michael Swanwick, the world now contains this phrase: “Weasels wease. That’s all there is to it.” Truer words were never spoken.
January 14th, 2010 at 10:31 pm
While those ARE true words, I’d like to offer up these, as well. Read to me by Matt, who read it here:
When you smile at a pony the whole world smiles at another pony
January 15th, 2010 at 8:48 pm
I feel bad for the pony that only one person (me) is smiling at. Poor pony.