tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post5751530811284031300..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Hello darkness not our friendDenis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-38525462106222776892013-01-15T11:30:57.102+11:002013-01-15T11:30:57.102+11:00McGoohan [I thought it was but double-checked]. Th...McGoohan [I thought it was but double-checked]. Thinking about those words later, they were keywords after all, and I did recall a surprising amount of the dream after a while as a result of them. So it does work to some extent. Yes, it was surreal. If I try writing it down now I'd probably inject imagination into it as well, newly created 'memory' – so I won't. No point in my writing fantasy [unless clearly identifiable as such].Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-80135507168435233372013-01-10T15:23:45.889+11:002013-01-10T15:23:45.889+11:00I think there's a wonderfully surreal piece of...I think there's a wonderfully surreal piece of fiction in that lot - with a strong whiff of the original Avengers or that thing with Patrick McGuhan (spelling?) that I think was called The Prisoner and was filmed in Portmeirion.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-88853806371708242692013-01-10T11:33:37.961+11:002013-01-10T11:33:37.961+11:00The Dad incident will be related in the fullness o...The Dad incident will be related in the fullness of time. Probably shortly, but, because of the sad circumstances I related in the footnote above, it will be the inferior version, obviously.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-69210011473593758772013-01-10T11:16:57.721+11:002013-01-10T11:16:57.721+11:00Aunty Judy, you mean? [I'm lying – we're n...Aunty Judy, you mean? [I'm lying – we're not related AFAIK but we know the Wright family of which she is a member quite well. Yes, they do come from this neck of the woods.]<br /><br />There's no point in the pencil-and-paper thing by the bed for anything genuinely creative. It may be very useful for adding items to shopping lists, but I have one of those notes in front of me, printed quite legibly [illegibility being another major translating problem in the cold light of day several hours after]. I made this note following a dream which I thought was going to make a Jungian blog piece and, no kidding, this is what it says:<br /><br /><b>BLDG OVERPAINTED MY NAME CORNER BLOCK GREEN PAINTBRUSH COCONUT SHY NOT ABLE THROW COPING WITH [illegible] MY MINDER SINK BRUSH CLEAN SHOES SPOT OF PAINT</b> and another word that I think is actually a password for some unknown program.<br /><br />I will <i>never</i> forget you spoke. The truth, you see, is rather devastating. Aunty Judy and you were all too right. It's utter gibberish. <br /><br />So don't bother trying it, unless you need toothpaste and a dozen eggs.<br />Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-62765022253084936912013-01-10T10:08:15.858+11:002013-01-10T10:08:15.858+11:00Thanks, Ros. If you two were laughing at the simil...Thanks, Ros. If you two were laughing at the similarities, then I think counselling will be the only hope of sanity for you. <br /><br />Counselling by your chooks, I mean. I don't trust the others. Maybe I took <i>Six Feet Under</i> too seriously.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-53406661436592339052013-01-10T09:15:55.430+11:002013-01-10T09:15:55.430+11:00I seem to remember hearing Judith Wright (didn'...I seem to remember hearing Judith Wright (didn't she come from your part of the world?) say in an interview that she kept thinking of wonderful poems just as she was slipping off to sleep but they were always lost by morning. So she decided to keep a notebook and pencil beside her bed. The first morning after she'd noted down whatever she would otherwise have forgotten, she discovered it was complete rubbish. Not that I'm suggesting ... actually forget I spoke.zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-5556140531047973342013-01-09T23:31:08.189+11:002013-01-09T23:31:08.189+11:00I have just read this as a goodnight story out lou...I have just read this as a goodnight story out loud to Dave. I thought it might help to lull us to sleep. But...NO! We have been laughing and giggling so much, (mostly due to the utter familiarity of the interchange and genre of humour) that we are now wide awake! Thank you Denis and Tracey ....I think...<br /><br />PS Not going to let you off the hook, none-the-less. Looking forward to the imminent story about your Dad, the oranges and the bung. What on earth could that be about? Roshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339472107640597921noreply@blogger.com