the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Friday, 2 May 2008
A Dream Image
An image that had haunted me for years, after a dream I had in a friend's house in Barnet. In my dream my hand had snapped back to reveal pencils stored inside my arm. Robert Smith from The Cure was hammering at the door.
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.