September 11, 2004
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Once again I woke up after dreaming of writing poetry. Sometimes I wake up bursting with poetry and by the time the urgent call of nature has been satisfied, forgotten the lot. Not today.
I dreamt of writing a Rev. Toby poem, woke up, and remembered it word for word, (though I did change some words later). It’s hardly a Tobias Trontby classic, in fact it’s a bit of a mean poem by him!
I’ll put it on the next LP blog entry, maybe tomorrow. Along with one of Tiffy’s rather bitter love poems.
I knew a Tiffy Witherington, a pub tenent and manager, cheerful but lonely, slowly drinking herself to death, I can’t say Tiffy is based that much on her except for the above facts. Tiffy’s collection of brass door-knockers for example is my collection of door knockers, but they sound better in a pub by a large message “See Tiffy’s Knockers!!!” (“Knockers” is British slang for breasts.)
For that matter, I knew a Rev. Toby, whenever anything, good or bad, happened in his tiny town, he’ll be there, often sans dog-collar, being nice to everyone.
Funny how most of my creations are lonely people, for the Rev. Toby is a true “Father McKensey”. I suppose the fact that only little Sophie is surrounded by love, reflects my own rather barren life.
Still, that’s enough wrote here, going off now to put that poem of Toby’s onto a web site.
I haven’t forgotten my history of personae, and will return to it shortly.
TTFN and don’t let the bed bugs take over your life.
LordPineapple ‘s site.
Comments (18)
Much more often than I like, I’ll have those revelatory dreams that evaporate before I get the revelations written down. Sometimes I’m left with nothing but the knowledge that a great something has escaped me. Sometimes I’m left with just a fragment. But other times the dream leaves me with a clue that leads me just where I need to go.
By the way, Terry, I’ve been enjoying learning so much about you lately. I’ve found more personal revelations in the last week or so than I’d seen before. Thank you.
Nothing like waking up and being full of writing material. That is a rare gift. Can’t wait to read it.
Thanks for writing about your personas and whether or not they were cut out of whole cloth or there was actually someone with their name. This dreaming of a poem by Tobias Trontby sounds like your characters sprung up from your mind ready to speak and having spoken up, demands that the words be taken down. Has it ever been the other way around–where you focus on a personae and put words into his/her mouth?
An actor learns all about who he is playing.
First of all, NO I am not the “real” Mrs. Mcgraw.. I WISH.. She is SOOOOOOOOOO lucky.. Second, I Like your layout very much.. Third, THANK YOU so much for “visiting” my site, I LOVE to “meet” and “talk” to new people.. PLEASE “visit” anytime!! Angela
So many people in our lives affect our imaginations and make our world more colorful than reality or is that reality
will be looking for toby’s poem.. I hate having wonderful or even dull thoughts and forgetting them if I turn around, or 2 seconds pass… I’m searching for a pencil.. hear a noise- anything and I’m left wondering what it is I was doing…. need some kind of net or something to hold onto fleeting ideas……….. your Tiffy Witherington sounds like an interesting person too, wonder what her story was…. what an ability you seem to have to put yourself in so many shoes…
Yeah, this box has put a severe dent in my reading, but I’m trying to get back to it.
I will be glad to read Rev. Tobias’ poem and Tiffy’s as well. Tiffy is someone I identify with. Most of us who tried to drink ourselves to death and failed, were not cowards. We kept reaching for the golden ring; missing; then convinced we were failures continued on our destructive way. I meant to go to a meeting today and didn’t. We call that paying our dues. It was good to be reminded by your blog.
I have been away for too long, my friend…
The Southern Cross is one constellation I want to see for myself one day. According to an astronomer, it used to be visible in the northern skies, but sometime around 30 A.D., it sank below the horizon, never to be seen again until European explorers travelling around the coast of Africa “rediscovered” it. They had heard rumors about this beautiful collection of stars, and it just took some time to find it again.
It was an interesting story…
I’ve missed hearing from Toby and Tiffy. I hope they are doing well in the fertile land of imagination of yours, and hope to hear from them soon.
Jim
to be full of it in the morning is a blessing/curse…I have lived with the echos of that TERM most of my life…thank you for reminding of it …when I had begun to forget it…smiles,beckon
Thank you for the explanations on these various people… I like that. I would like to be different people in other situations. Maybe that is something we all imagine, different parts of our personalities. Hmm, and all along I thought I was nuts. I just don’t know my other names. I need to work on that.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel sort of numb. I stumble into the kitchen and feed the cats. Princess is very demanding in the morning. I think as a mom, one develops the habit of doing things in ones sleep. You actually are not fully alert and awake for an hour after you have been shuffeling around.
Well, I am looking forward to these poems!
i’m still a bit confused about the relationship between you, LordPineApple, and all these poems. I’m thinking they’re all written under different personas with different names, and that they were all written by you, who are both LordPineapple and The Clowne from Clown… but i’m not sure…wait…i think i confused myself even more…
peace.
I think once in a while an American might call breasts knockers. But I’ve never heard the name Tiffy before reading your poetry. Is it short for something? (Thanks for almost commenting on my poem.)
Gotta love you Clown. You do have a way of putting things in perspective for me.
I like the way you write from different personalities/characters. It has occured to me of late that I am one of those people as well whose true character is hidden beneath the thin veneer smile I paste on my face…wife, mother, homemaker, business owner, clergy….
I have a dark side, and I think I like the darker side of me better.
Don’t you think most people are lonely people? They just don’t like to admit it, so they go through life pretending that everything is OK.
Knockers is slang for breasts in the US too.
Hoping I don’t miss any of what is promised. I don’t like missing any of it. I did leave a comment, just now, in your previous blog on this site.
Regards,
The wee people might consider sending Jack O’Lantern after them. It’s kind of pointless having the poor ancient fellow wandering the countryside each night. They might even release a banshee or two. It could be wild, and they’re full of wicked tricks.
DRINK!!