Thoughts Interrupted by Other
Thoughts by Bob
Hicok; reinterpreted by Kate Greenstreet
We wake and find ourselves on a stair;
there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs
above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight.
Whose life? you asked
And I answered
my life, and yours
There are no other lives
(Sonnevi, “Whose life? you asked”
There is a doctrine whispered in secret that man
is a prisoner who has no right to open the door and run away: this is a great
mystery, which I do not quite understand.
(Plato, Phaedo, tr. Jowett)
It’s feeling you want, but how
does this one language of touch
become this other language of telling
what is touched?
(Hicok, “On a species of openness”)
But I’m interested in misinterpretation too.
(Greenstreet, talking to herself)
The object is not to wince when the person
you’re becoming stands up inside you.
(Hicok, “Thoughts interrupted by other thoughts”)
Now the dream is told a second time.
Little Course in Dreams)