Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Thursday, March 31, 2005

Anza-Borrego Dream


Walking down the boardwalk along memory banks of San Remo Italy---lost Romanov onion-domed candy colored casinos---like simulated decay ala Vegas. Whiffs of a possible tsunami in the air---people motioning seaward...la! but without panic. Calm.

C is now a little girl (my daughter?) begging for the hotel key 'Pleeeze!' and now I'm futzing through sandy tiers of backpack pockets. Finally find a key-shaped 'credit card' with rough metal edges---binary numbers embossed both sides. She grabs it and heads up long steep San Fran bricklayed knobbyhill---rows of houses now Victorian gingerbreaded and now no longer Italy. Wind buffeting sailskiffs nearby and I'm getting wary about the wooden planks. I head up the hill towards onion dome cluster but not sure the brickstreet is the right way. Hesitation.

Later...same unreal lost time seaside resort but now in bone-dry Anzo Borrego badlands desert---everything sanded over with giant tumbleweeds fronting porches and empty lots. NAMIBIA! SKELETON COAST! My mind reels about Anzo actually being a lost Namibian land chunk set adrift with all these parlors and gamerooms where Rasputin swung his Svengalisword 'n' scabbard. Nobody but me knows that he was really a landlocked pirate from this place---also the secret knowledge that he's the Yaqui teacher Don Juan. There's buried knowledge he's left behind and I'm certain it's here.

Oddshaped concretions sprouting from rock banks like aborted sand babies---Jimmy with me now---he's pointing with manzanita walking stick at special geological facial formations---poke poke---and now a long tide is rolling in from salton eternity---desertocean bulbous concretions multiplying and alive now---Jimmy acting like an imp ---sniggering at sandbabies contracting slightly after each poke and now I'm excited and wanna poke too---J mind-reading me and hands over the stick with a sly smirk and I know the fun is on; I can't hold back and my first baby stab makes a big Brrreeeeeekkkk fleshy wet hissing emission---like stepping-on-talking-baby-doll sounds. Epic-hilarity, and now Jim's rolling on the grit in laughing convulsions because of my jumpy reactions. BrrreeEEEeeeeeekkkk!




10 Comments:

Blogger karma said...

I have always dreamt of going to Italy!!!

5:24 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

me too karma. why don't you and your fellow merry-makers join me next time?

6:38 PM  
Blogger RuKsaK said...

Me too. Haven't explored Western Europe at all, but should.

Anyway, I came here to comment that I really like this post. Can't say what it is, but a buch of words shout out and I love the disjointed style, the hundred snippets kind of approach.

Am I making sense?

1:59 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ruKsak said...but a buch of words shout out and I love the disjointed style, the hundred snippets kind of approach. Am I making sense?

finnegan reply...funny about the typo 'buch' for bunch---in german 'buch' is book.
The approach of 'snippeting' is the only way I no of reconstructing the oddities of dreaming---the collage aspect of it.

Glad you liked it ruK. As to whether you are making any sense---'swut I always ask meself.

6:50 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ruKsak said...but a buch of words shout out and I love the disjointed style, the hundred snippets kind of approach. Am I making sense?

finnegan reply...funny about the typo 'buch' for bunch---in german 'buch' is book.
The approach of 'snippeting' is the only way I no of reconstructing the oddities of dreaming---the collage aspect of it.

Glad you liked it ruK. As to whether you are making any sense---'swut I always ask meself.

7:04 AM  
Blogger transience said...

finnegan makes disjointed poetic. beautiful chaos. sweep me sweep me under the rug. dust me out again.

8:53 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

transience said..."sweep me sweep me under the rug. dust me out again"

finnegan said...Dust noun 1. the floor was covered in dust;
DIRTY, grimy, grubby, unclean, soiled, mucky, sooty, undusted; informal grungy, cruddy; Brit. informal grotty.

4:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And then, there are those pesky Dust Bunnies.

5:19 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

At Easter they become chocolate dust bunnies.

8:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Finn, this stuff is awfully good. Hope whatever it is you're taking keeps getting taken.

11:52 AM  

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