Dream/Gilles poem 18

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                    I was doing highflying acrobatics with my former stepmother above an outdoor restaurant called Palio's in Ann Arbor.  All of the tables had exquisite flowers on them and the dishes looked like art.  She and I were going to run a marathon afterwards so she said, "It's OK if you need to walk sometimes."  I haven't seen her in a long time.  I wonder why my subconscious pulled her up.  There was a man in the dream; he was the instructor in a tight leotard (remember Lyotard's The Postmodern Explained [to children]--"we are in a time of ana"--like analysis).  Well I think I have been metaphorically performing lately, performing my craft for an audience, which I do like to do.  What other tricks can I pull out of my hat?...

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Gilles Poem 18:  for Herem Calls Out From A Dream But Michel Doesn't Hear Him 

by Sabrina Calle

O my Gilles                please, stop              help me break this                 I will say nothing

                                      "it is minor and unexceptional"          it

             hurts so much             like this:                  .                    don't laugh, I have

called everyone in the book (twice)             so, "Faut-il bruler Kafka?"             I want to drive

because we don't see much difference                        amongst all these things

adsum, as you wish it                         Gilles, yr giving me that face, just tell me                   already

what to find

"look: --I bought you a map of the world"                             stop.  this

is not your suit              who has been here?                what is a chain or stool?             a wine glass

warmed by bourbon                  no, it has not been long enough                                                       or

maybe it

                is something                         we've not discussed                           would you prefer

abstract machines                  surge into existence by themselves                     without indexes?

I am walking out of view

                                                  Michel says           "be dear, and drop out a while"