I was in some kind of literary gathering. A person there, though supposedly connected somehow to NY School poetry, had never heard of Alice Notley's Descent of Alette. I approached this person and was mock-indignant. I happened to have my copy of it in my backpack and I brought it out and began to pontificate in a kind of obnoxious way about it. I pointed out that many people didn't like the quotation marks around every phrase, but that these had a prosodic effect, etc....
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This is a great dream. I've never imagined you with a backback, though. Is that a dream thing or was it your everyday backpack?
It was my actual waking life backpack. I don't use it everyday, but I remember in the dream the book had been in it for a long time.
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