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Dreams (Sonnet) by Tiffany

flying above the highway of imagination, taking in all the dreams be told, their fears and joys are a creation, about the way they mold. i smile and cry, and listen to their secrets behold, and how they wish they could all fly, and know that no one told. so their secrets i will keep, about their happy times, and dream about my own dreams as i sleep, about love and rhymes. i’m flying above the highway of imagination, and i’m taking in all the dreams be told.

zodiac 24-Mar-04/5:46 AM
A.) I'm still in class, graduate with a M.A. in one-and-a-half months.
B.) Of course I'm not racist. Just a little horus-style fucking around. After a feminist crit (I'm a big feminist crit) class Monday where I got accused of being a raging misogynist (because I sarcastically refered to myself as the empowered white male elite, which is more or less true) my wife told me I should wear a t-shirt that warns people not to take anything I say seriously. Same thing here, although IT IS WORTH NOTING that rock, rap, blues, jazz, dance, pop, and even country are derivations of African-American styles. When Giovanni, who started writing in the 60s and still teaches at VA Tech, describes her broken sonnets, she almost certainly refers to the fact of their subverting a form predominated by white people.
C.) But not necessarily by men. Most 17th century and 18th century sonnet writers, I have read (in Ms Woolf, I think), were women, because sonnets weren't taken as seriously as a form as, say, odes and heroic verse, and because they could be written quickly, between cooking dinner and putting the children to bed, say.
4) The George Meredith and Hopkins thing is a great call. I'd forgotten them.




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