Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’
On Dreams of Flowers
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with dreams. The years passed, and not always quickly. Many nights we dreamed of roses. When they finally arrived, we could not believe our luck! Then a question: what will we dream of now?
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Tags: Dreams, Flowers, Rosed
In which The Gay Recluse is increasingly reclusive. Sometimes things happen just the way you dream about. According to our research, the baby shoots will be 800 foot-tall culms within 60 days. The hope is that if we get enough of them, we won’t even be able to see the apartment building behind us. Remember […]
Filed under: Longing, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden | 1 Comment
Tags: Bamboo, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Dreams, Privacy, Screens
In which The Gay Recluse plays Abstract Jeopardy. Readers! Welcome to our new feature, Abstract Jeopardy, in which we pose one possible solution but leave the question open to debate. Let’s get started, shall we? Today’s possible solution: 50,000 red geraniums. So what’s the question? A few possibilities: What is 100,000 geraniums minus 50,000 geraniums? […]
Filed under: Abstract Jeopardy, Landscape, Photography, Search, The Gay Recluse | 2 Comments
Tags: Dreams, Flowers, Geraniums, Quanza Hut
On Autumn Dreams
In winter we had no dreams; it was too cold to consider anything but the brittle landscape outside and the frozen tributaries of our past within. In spring we were nervous and agitated, our thoughts scattered like cherry-blossom petals in the wind. Summer came and we were boldly confident, perhaps even arrogant; who could not […]
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Tags: Autumn, Books, Dreams, Fog, George Washington Bridge
It was the sight of a civil war hat — blue wool, with the truncated black rim and a small leather band across the front — on a fellow C-train passenger that made us think of the time, almost twenty years earlier, when we had last worn such a hat (yes, it is called a […]
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Tags: Birthdays, C-train, Dreams, Memory, The Queen Is Dead, The Smiths
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