THE DREAM.BY STEVEN BENSON

I dreamt

That

Snow

Hill, the

Original

Station

Was-

Like Liverpool Street and

St Pancras-

RESTORED

In all

Its glory;

And that

The London

Trains

Still

Departed

From

There….

(including the

Wolverhampton

Dmu!)

 

And the

Station

Was, again,

Thronged

With determined

Commuters;

And still

Full of

Life….

 

But

I

awoke..

And

i t

w       a

s gone

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About decayetude

ENTHUSIASMS: CLASSICAL MUSIC, ESPECIALLY OBSCURE ROMANTIC COMPOSERS; BACH/HANDEL LITERATURE, ESPECIALLY THOUGHTFUL, WELL-WRITTEN(STYLISTICALLY)NOVELS W G SEBALD WALTER BENJAMIN THEODOR ADORNO(JUST BEGINNING!) AESTHETIC PHILOSOPHY GAY MEN'S WRITING;QUEER THEORY STIMULATING DISCUSSIONS(EMOTIONALLY AND INTELLECTUALLY) GOOD RICH THICK ESPRESSO MICHAEL PONTI SPRITUALITY/LIFE'S "AURA"(BENJAMIN), WHATEVER TRANSCENDENTAL THING YOU WANT TO CALL THIS MEMORY-the elusiveness thereof. LOST TIME AND AN ATTEMPT AT ITS REDEMPTION(NON THEISTICALLY/RELIGIOUSLY)
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One Response to THE DREAM.BY STEVEN BENSON

  1. decayetude says:

    Thanks a lot, Diana:)

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