Semilinear prose:
a place to wonder about dreams, words, worlds and maybe the music in yourself…
My dreams have gone underground
After a night of little sleep and the heat of a sunrise at my window, my dreams have gone underground, for over a week now, to the worlds of dreams. This morning, with the full moon, the clear image of large concentric circles, in green and gold.
“There are two types of rays…”
It enchants me to get a memory of “science” from sleep, and to learn to cultivate patience for the time when things might be ready to be revealed, just like with seeds.
My relationship with publishing is a difficult one, never less than paradoxical. Writing though, is part of who I am, ever since I remember. Or rather, ever since I remember learning to read and to write, when I was seven or eight.
In the extreme shyness of feeling that follows me in life, for not being understood , I adopt writing and reading as a medium, as a process for discovery.
Today, starting the fourth year of my seventies, I still prefer to think through written words.
I made attempts to publish earlier, had a poem or two in one or two magazines, wrote and self published quite a few chapbooks, have a CD with The Case of Dreams, taped by a recording studio, paved my way to writer’s conferences with it, managed Prosa semilinear, an online blog with plenty of clickers, yet refused to give it a title in English. It is still open as a blog, but my postings and satisfaction from it are no longer enough… Some of the posts from that blog are now here.
Semilinear prose is my newer search to invent how to say what needs to be said out loud, with my words and with photography, the sideline I re-discovered, late in life, to help me remember what is repeatedly and continuously forgotten.
It is all about remembering, I guess. And about dreams… It is also about community and relationship… things I need to learn much more about...
Erica Weick, dreamer, visitor, poet, cook, writer, photographer, traveler, woman, teacher